Hierarch's Advance


Written by Septia.


“Stand attention, not one of you worms are considered recruits without hierarch Tolfer's approval.” The avian officer hollered and marched up the row of recruits, stopping halfway down the line. “Know what that sounds like? To me, you're all a bunch of stowaways, which I'll personally chuck out the airlock if ya make a peep out of line, got it?” the avian pointed straight accusation towards an ebony carapaced recruit. 
	The recruit began shaking in his oversized helmet, remaining silent. 
	The officer nodded and continued the lie. 
	Chrono breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he would blend in with the melange of species making up the recruits, though his stout stature painted a clear target on his back. The officer took his place standing guard, staying before the door to the bridge of the ship.
	“Raised backs, heads down, Keep your heads up if y'all feel lucky but I warn ya, consider the honour of what watching the mere ground Lord Tolfer's feet touch represents, consider yourselves grateful.” He shouted. 
	-Ktsss- Then a hiss of mechanized aether wirred from the gate sinking into the ground. 
	Chrono caught a glance of the bulbous silhouette carved from the light of the bridge, keeping his eyes down as the silhouette emerged into the corridor. 
	“Lord Tolfer, the... I most sincerely beg your pardon, we have a fresh battery of recruits awaiting your-.” 
	“Louvern. Do you assume the function of my ears has diminished?” The silhouette interrupted the officer, who froze, mouth agape. 
	“Lord, of course I would never-.” 
	“Because from my point of view,” Tolfer continued, “you made the assumption I cannot hear your incessant belting from behind a simple door.” 
	The officer waved his arms in a frantic, apologetic gesture. “Please, Lord, it was not my intention, I was merely attempting to… aah. Please accept my apologies.” 
	In the middle of his pleas, Tolfer snatched up the avian's hand, between thumb and forefinger. -Brllrcktbrrttllgckst- a rolling crunch of bones milled to dust echoed through the corridor as Tolfer flicked the palm to fold back over it. 
	“I will consider your apology,” Tolfer noted, holding his clutch still as the officer bend down on his knees, flailing and growling with his broken hand kept still in the ruler's grasp, before casually letting it go to let his writhing continue. 
	Chrono swallowed and shifted his gaze in front, honed on the metallic flooring, though he could hear the steps echo as Tolfer sauntered along the line of recruits. He watched a pair of pale marble feet step into view, each toe on the tri-digit claw clacking to the ground, not unlike the talons of a moserna bird, after which the smooth tail swirled into view, the naked skin of the appendage creaking with a -Cshhsnnt- like tanned leather straps drawing closed around a neck. -Sstshthc- Then the tail tip whistled through the air, Chrono’s jaw forced shut as the tail slammed into him from below, hoisting him up staring straight ahead, Chrono’s eyes fixating upon two patches of glistening pluripolymer carapace, breaking through the alabaster skin in its stark chrome of cyan. The skin, then, bobbed, jostling as Tolfer shifted,  as if sacks of cotton were suspended by strings. Chrono realised he was staring right into the high lord's cleavage, quickly peering up from where he gazed he locked eye contact with them. 
	Tolfer's gaze narrowed, scrutinizing every cent of his body. 
	“Good enough, you will do,” Tolfer stated, turning away to leave Chrono gazing in for a few moments, before the tail snapped around his neck, constricting him in a grasping a shackle of steel and hoisted him behind the ruler. 
	“Louvern,” Tolfer called out for the officer, “Take the rest of the maggots down the firing range.” 
	“Hgs, ghah HGH… y-yes l-lo-.” 
	“As targets.” 
	“L-lord.?” 
	“Put whatever survivors are left to work mending the armour of the fallen, it would otherwise be such a waste of precious resources.” 


~ 1 ~


Chrono’s cheeks bloomed a murky lilac, his vision melding to a blur as the effort to stay conscious robbed the strength of his muscles. His digits were going numb… -Ththw- -Dwhhtsp- The grasp eased, and his body was tossed to the ground, sliding against the marble and tumbling over himself before he had a moment to breathe and get his bearings. “Haa, ha… l-… O-overlord Tolfer? I almost… Mfmmhnf…” 
	“Strip.” 
	Chrono blinked, peering up at Tolfer looming overhead. 
	“Wh-what?” 
	“Are you rude or merely deaf? I said strip. The armour will get in the way, and I have no intention to break it without reason.” Tolfer instructed and turned, walking to the other side of the chamber. The room was twice the dimensions of the recruiter mess hall, sparsely decorated with a round bedding demanding the centre of the room. 
	“U-understood,” Chrono responded, crawling to a stand whilst unlatching the protective equipment.
	“So then, today is a grand day, how you must be elated to be accepted as a recruit to the Tolfer empire, are you not?” 
	Chrono put down the armour, stepping out of the leggings. “W-well… I, did not, have a choice,” he mumbled. 
	Tolfer twisted back to them, so their cleavage bopped up in a bounce of a good five kilos. “As I said…” 
	“Ye-wha. Y-yes, I am v-very honoured.” 
	“Did I really get stuck with a another moron, or are you merely recalcitrant in nature?”
	Chrono peered at Tolfer across the room, then placed down his helmet. With the last apparel removed Tolfer appeared in front of him, grasping his neck. 
	“Phgg hgaga I c-ocurs en-no aI… h-hail Tolfer?” Chrono gargled. 
	“I am beginning to think there really is a deficiency with your hearing.” Tolfer unleashed them. 
	Chrono dropped to their knees on the ground before them. They heard a squash of fluids, grinding against hide, eyes landing on Tolfer's crotch, within which folds of flesh were crumpled as an accordion stretching and extending, the skin prying back to unveil a -Spllrrsth- thick, pale, dick, its tip clad in the same cyan carapace, cleaved over the head. The meat pulsed, stretching at its fullest to a wrist in width “We have got to do something about whatever is plugging up your ears,” Tolfer said with his palm clutching over Crono's head. He tugged him towards his crotch, bent with his cock’s aim honed in on Chrono's ear, -Twmwptgh- the member bumping at his earlobe with a clap of steel, drumming against his head as the member prodded about. 
	“T-there's n-nothing wrong. I-I'm fine I promise.” Chrono called out. 
	“All these frantic scrambles as a response to an extension of aid?” Tolfer responded with a smirk, “my, it is worse than I thought.” -Shhfllprth- A squeal of meat and carapace cracked around the mast as the ruler's mast wedged itself stuck at the precipice of the pit to Chronos's ear, his wings flittering in dread. Attempting to compose himself even as he felt the creaking through his carapace, the tension reverberated from the pressure of the cock head bearing down on a pit a faction of its girth. 
	“Would you look at that, results are showing already, can barely imagine what kind of filth a maggot like you would have gotten lodged in there.” Both of Tolfer's arms were now folding down to hold Chronos head, in the same motion cupping around his breasts to bouquet them. Fingers clambered taut to Chrono's cranium, a panting growing rapid as the pressure -Chhrrrt- ramped up all as the lords grasp tightened and his cock ground into the creaking pit… -Ckkrpfhhthts- With a throb of his mast, Tolfer's cock punctured through the shattered carapace and pierced past Chronos aural barrier with a confetti of bone shards and fluids -Gfhrlrpsths- gushing from the impact. 
	Chrono’s nerves strummed taut as guitar strings, then they snapped. In their place was a throbbing pain and otherness of the alien mat bulk probing his head. “Ghuhtaaarbrgh.” Chrono screamed as splinters of the chitin, ear canal, and strands of sinew were ejected out of his head to make space for the overlord's mast, his ear having been clogged with Tolfer's throbbing cock head. 
	“Ooah, aah that’s better, my look at all the gunk” -tTwtm- Tolfer thrust inwards, the pit squelching of fluids as Chrono howled with the mast dipping deep through the brand new orifice. “At least we have confirmed your vocal cords are functioning at peak performance.” 
	Chrono kept hollering, clutching his hands to his neck and shoulder, unable to get to the entrance Tolfer casually bobbed into. 
	“Oh come now, I would have worried about pulping your brains if you a maggot such as you had any to sport at all,” Tolfer said and pinched Chrono's cheek. Tolfer continued to leisurely bob into Chrono's head. 
	He felt each thrust cascading into a tsunami of piercing ache, a ringing tone through his head being penetrated by the -Shrlrpths- sluggish heaves of the mast in his head, feeling the cracks and ruptures through his skin and carapace thrum along with a cacophony of pain. 
	“Tha” Mgnhf…” Tolfer grunted, and digits on the cusp of digging into Chrono's cranium. “What is that, got nothing to say for yourself?” 
	“Mfffgr. Mmgm…” 
	“Marvelous.” -Spltpthwtushgs- -Wcchitwhhp- with a clatch of uncorking a bottle, the mast withdrew from the crater in Chrono's head, leaving him sagging to and fro, holding it over his head as streaks of scarlet trickle matted his palm. 
	“Market improvement, and yet you insult me by with the lack of praise for my efforts, typical scum.” Tolfer hoised Chrono up by his neck, and lobbed him onto the bed, Chrono curling up and panting, whimpering and fidgeting on the covers as the ruler sauntered over. “If the notion has not penetrated your skull yet, which was a surprisingly easy task, you are not to fill the role with a commonplace Tolfer soldier. I suggest you take this to heart, and know it is a chore for your worthless maggot brain to keep track of, but attempt not to bleed all over my sheets.” Tolfer said and grasped Chrono's hind, flinging his tail out of the way as he propped him up at the foot of the bed, jerking his shaft in preparations whilst Chrono gasped for air through jagged heaves. -Sthpthgs- He rammed his cock in between chino's cheeks, the mast squelching with crimson as it wedged through the recruit's cheeks, -Sfhphsts- burrowing into the pucker nestled in the back of Chrono's crack. 
	Chrono's brim resisted, twitching and pinching as the battering ram prodded and fondled closer. The strain from his rear was spreading up through his frame and mingling with the rolling ache from the pulsing from the side of his head. 
	Tolfer huffed with an air of frustration… “Must I continue to lecture your body to behave?” he gruffed, fingers clasping tight around Chrono's abdomen as he reeled back… -Stthwtpwthffwrlpth- His mast spread into Chrono's ass, breaching every barrier; pucker, rectum, bowels… the mast plunging deep into the swirling intestines straight around its bulk… A numbing ache throughout his pucker was upset with piercing streaks of white searing wounds. -Chhrpths- Though every rupture that opened at the pucker would be smothered flat by the sheer girth of Tolfer's mast. Chrono grasped at the covers, flinching at each heave, his voice reduced to the squeak of a chew toy in a cracked whimper. 
	“Good, your insides aren't pulped yet, it is dull to mount what is essentially meat slush,” Tolfer commented and grasped Chrono's wrists, tugging him back and keeping him from robbing him of his autonomy, still thrusting into him deeper and deeper. -Thtwptmgp- -WTwtpmghp- The claps of the hips into his ass sent shockwaves through his body, as the mast crawled through his bowels, then small intestines, then soon feeling it pierce into his stomach. Chrono’s eyes opened wide, staring down at his distending abdomen. Tolfer's mast pumped thicker, wider, harder as he rammed into him, -Chhrlchsthsts- Chrono sensing his rear tearing as the mast of Tolfer's dick engorged past the limits of his hips, and the same girth was swelling throughout his body. Chrono coughed, wheezed and heaved, pinned in place as the ruler rode his chin raw, the swelling mast wedging organs out of place, displacing his bones and -Chrrllthc- fracturing through his outer carapace. 
	“Mfma, aah that is more like it, what is the matter worm, first time you have been spit-roasted?” Tolfer taunted, letting go of Chrono’s arms to grasp his chest, tugging his torso down further. 
	He watched as his abdomen swelled, creaking with agony as the dick swelled larger than his midriff, contorting his frame uniformly along the oblong mast of meat scraping his insides to jam. “Pfhs ahfurfl-Ghrlghgghsg-.” His pants turned into guttural snarls and growls as the burgeoning ick welled up through his chest, smothering his lungs in the pristine musk-infused battering ram… 
	Tolfer dragged him down along his mast, his tautened, stretched skin massaging his member, sculpting to its form, as his vision grew blurred, and he chucked up what felt like the head of a pumpkin. 
	“Mmf, wmgmgh mghs. Mgphahaga….” Tolfer heaved out a sigh of relief as his cock undulated in pressure, Chrono's maw distending to frame the cock head in his throat, as the cyan-armoured tip unleashed a flood of lime-green cock batter, the heat steaming off of the load and marring his face in its brine. He watched the trails of globby batter arching over the bed and plunging down into heaps of phlegm on the ground, hanging his limbs suspended as he hung limp, threaded over the overlord's monstrous meat. 
	“PhHaaa, ahaa, ahaha, you look at the state of you,” Tolfer snickered and drew his cock up, -Sbwbghs- nestling it between the globes of his chest, smoothing Chrono's displaced head. “I had expected you to burst, instead you put on this entertaining display, quite the genital ornament.” He smothered him with his chest, watching Chrono twitch and wheeze the little he could. “Most amusing, I might see you get a permanent position.” 
	-snnghg-bsbrhs- A twang of electronics came from a speaker erecting out of the ground. “Message from the bridge.” 
	“What.” Tolfer stated. 
	“The representative of soon to be planet Tolfer-5467 wishes an audience with you.” 
	He pondered for a moment, then peered at the blue-faced, splayed critter wrapped around his cock. “I'll be right there.” 
	He unleashed Chrono, letting him bob on the stiff erection. “You might serve as a good example, furthermore, I am not finished with you yet.” Tolfer announced and waltzed out of his chamber, Chrono splayed and swaying with each step along with the chest brushing against his back, garnering many pairs of befuddled eyes as Tolfer rode the elevator straight into the bridge, Chrono getting a glimpse of a dignified alien projected on a screen, losing their composure at the sight greeting them, before caving in to lack of air, ache, or trauma, and passing out, only to hang around as Tolfer's display piece.