Colonel's Cult of Cum-Wasting


Written by Septia.


-Shhgrlrpgshthsa- -Crhrflflpftshs- The crinkle of ass grease mending into leather hide peeled throughout the silo. The grandiose bulk of a female elephant's hind, a pronounced portrait in a frame of the deeper hue of their male counterparts. The elephant buck clamping together his cheeks in a practised rhythm, -Chrllprth- -Cthhdldlpgh- -Chjtltpdddlpth-, each strain of his hind gnawing the female deeper. Grey skin bulldozed under untold kilos of force in the gratuitous squelch of ass grease -Crhwrgllpgsh- -Shhrggnnrlgsh-. Others closed in, observing as the mountaintop of blubber sunk. The bouquet of ass ensnare in the whims of the cheeks, shrinking under the pale ivory pucker -Cppwrllrpghthhts- as it mashed shut with a reverb of force. A brief ripple shimmied over the hind which just engulfed a whole member of their species. The pucker trembling at a -Gbbrrlpgghsa- churn wallowing through the depths, parting open in a roar of -Bbrrppphooooorrrwwpth-. The stream of rancid humidity projected out of the pucker, splayed wide in its path as the cascade showered the nearby gathering of pachyderms, a discharge which sent their ears fluttering back to their head as sails in a storm – several stepping back in the onslaughts of the gust – and tainting the air within a broiling miasma of ammonia cured leather. 
	“Han-fmmfpggbbrw, pgggsha-.” Closeby, another hind was devouring the head of a female. The cobblestone bulwark of the male elephant's hind sandwiching her face to mute their squeals, the muffling pleas drowning in the waves of blubber. -Thhnngbpth- -Thhgnsmpgsh- Mashing together over her face, engulfing their heads and ensnaring their trunk, which flailed, wrapping around the buff flexing cheeks as they trawled it in with dutiful flexes -Chnngnths-. Until it slumped, falling in line with the Crevasse of the hind hiding behind the tail, as the pucker tucked in the last stretch. -Chrrlpgthsng- -PPPpfrrwwowoofllpth- the noxious fumes billowing from the pachyderm's hind a signal for the captured's fate, the rugged blasts of concentrated flatulence whipping the flautist’s tail and all those who gathered round them. Soon, the silo echoed with these emissions. -Fbbrprprpprprrth- -bFrrwwpwprlth- -Frrrrppprth- a cacophony of caustic smoke reverberating the walls of the abandoned silo, even stirring the mud caked on the ground in place of once wooden floor. Creating a steam powered tumble drier with all the floods of fumes guiding the elephants in all directions. Though the trumpeting stirred the regiment of giant mammals, and boomed far out into the surrounding jungle, there was nothing before the horizon which could – or dared to – interfere.


~ 1 ~


-Thhdmnff- -Thhddmmph- The ground quaked under the step of a wizened behemoth, striding through the mists as they inspected each one of their hinds on his march towards the risen alcove at the short end of the building. The colonel whose’s skin had tanned to a hue of parchment, and hair was in sparse tufts and blackened with age. He strode onto the vantage point, cleared his throat, and blew his horn to garner attention. 
	“Regiment, at attention.” 
	To his call the horde of ungulates stumbled in place, making their best attempt and lining up in the whirr of bodies and clay mired ground, with all the elegance of an ice skater in a swamp. -Fbrhth- -Cbfhtohs- -Chrrlpstsha- Slipping and squelches, bumps of massive mammalian bodies clashing together gradually receded, and a field of elephants stood, filling up the silo with their trunks in salute. 
	The colonel gazed over the sea of ashen hides. A pitiful bunch – his pitiful bunch – but not for much longer. “Let me begin by congratulating you all, out of the hundreds of eastern rout elephants gathered here today we have effectively reduced that population, by half,” he said with a sweeping motion of his proboscis, “with every single woman among us now instead resting among a cavern of vigorous lard. Every single one of them boiled off into a cloud-bank of sickening miasma.”
	-Fpprrbbrpts- Came a fluttering expulsion from the crowd. 
	“Precisely the spirit,” the colonel shouted, “do you realise now, that you have pulped every female of our species? Half the branch of our genus lays rotting within your disgusting flatulence forges, and any hope of our kind propagating is effectively null, how do you feel?” He threw out his voice over the crowd, who shuddered in his wake. 
	“I asked, how do you feel?” He shouted with a deep breath, and blew a triumphant trumpeting tone through his trunk, which the lines of the elephant company fell into, the vibrations amplifying until the very foundation rattled under their fat hooves. 
	“That's right, and you ought to be excited, we are halfway towards our goal of achieving utter extinction, and it is through the exception of our species we deny nature herself. Up yours evolution, we shall not walk into the emptiness at your behest, but penetrate through your ugly rear end and witness all you have hidden from us below.” The colonel shouted, and more of the gathered mammals stomped the ground in admiration, before they were given the sign and he resumed. 
	“However, this is a road that can only be paved over by the bodies of our own species. You all deserve proper commendation, taking up the asses, being the brunt of executing what could have been, or were in fact suitable mates for your future younguns.” The colonel cleared his throat and looked down. “Then that is just it, however. We have effectively doomed our species, we would be despicable failures if we were not to follow through with utter annihilation, for this was but phase one of our mission. You all know what I am referring to, yes?” he said and turned around, swaying his gargantuan hind to and fro, a ripple of sourdough from his dancing rump. His legs spearheading to allow his member to drop. -Sllgpththoatbsh- His mast slumping onto the ground and a bloated pair of ungulate jewels sloughed forth through the gap of his thighs, broad as a trash bin lid and chock-full of pent-up anticipation. 
	A chill coursed through the regiment. -Thhfbmp- -Tthhumpf- -dthtpsmump- The drumming of elephantine cocks clashing with the muddled floor drummed throughout silo, as they were given a proper reminder of the next step of the plan. 
	“Your assumptions are correct, all you fertile bastards still carry the seed of our species, each sperm nesting in those foul sacks carry armies of sperm, each slithery bastard representing glimmering potential for the continuation or revival of our species. And. You are all going to ensure that never comes to pass,” the colonel declared and gestured for an elephant to come join him, waddling up to him, into position below the raised alcove. 
	“You will waste, every last drop, every speck, every sperm festering in the rejuvenating ointment of your balls, trashed over the ground and wiped,” he raised his hind, and sloughed backwards, his rear legs folding as the mountain of ass clapped into the bull behind, “Out. Fmmfpg.” 
	“The majority of you will be utilizing the sanctioned position, for optimal exciting of yourmfmpfsh-,” the colonel gruffed out as the elephant at his hind finally reached around to his junk, the bull choking the colonel's dick in a spiral of trunk, drawing it back and forth whilst thier leader settled his hind down to engulf their head, inhaling a breath through clasped teeth. 
	“Tsshhhff, phaa, each solider in the rear has the -MSFS- mph oo, crucial task ofmfms,” he huffed, and snorted, waddling whilst his mast spurted to life, bolstered thick to spread the grasp of the helper's trunk, but they kept going at it. 
	“Gmmgshh, aoh yes, just so a fmmmfs prime example of… the crucial task of, ooff…” The colonel attempted to recover, limping over the sentence whilst his balls broiled. The leader repeating himself as he gasped in breaths of rustling air. He coughed, grinding back on the bull to grant him some breathing room. “The crucial task of stimulating the heck out o-, heck, out of the glands of the recipient, a perfect opportunity to let, lemmas loose and…” -Ppfbbrprwphthhtpwtsh- a cascade of fetid smog flooded out of his hind, raising the cheeks off of the pachyderm bull at his rear, for a moment watching them shut their eyes in the brunt of the humid torrent before -Crlrpghtpha- the hind clamped down with a shoctwave of blubber, the colonel keeping himself steady as to let the soldier continue with his task. “Mafmsp affm, perfect opportunity to bask in the glory of the fermented cows, and marinade in the glory of the task you ffmmmso phooo mfphoo, harder back there,” the colonel squealed as the soldier's trunk constricted his dick, his balls jostling in excitement and his dick grinding against the ground under its throbs. “Mmgnfs, and take solace, mpfhaoaa… hahahgf, in the fact that your heritage, your verysfmmsa genus is to be disposed of in the dirt andmmfm ngpsh haaahooo, utterly, wasted ff mmfgp…” he struggled to contain himself as he approached the peak, and arched his neck back in a grand bout of trumpeting, as his dick went ballistic. -Sllfpghtpbgputgsj- -Cllpbscjpsthsha- The throbbing mast vomiting up months worth of spunk in clotted globules, ropes of the thick mammal cream forming dunes of gelatin in the mire slathered ground before him, pumping the slobbering sperm, tossing future generations of pachyderms from his virile mast straight down the ditch. The heap simmering as the colonel huffed and panted on the spot, his hind sinking over his helper's head as he mumbled to himself “Mmfs, all wastingaawa… wiped baby batter…” 
	“Ehm, sir?” The bull asked and prodded their hind. 
	“Huhaat? Ah, yes, at ease,” he said and -Sfllrpthtphs- heaved up with a bottlenecked pop off of the bull’s face, sweeping them aside as he stumbled up towards thepuddle of alabaster.  “Of course, when we do it proper, we shall go through it in practised, thorough fashion, and none are allowed to let their load blow, before my signal,” he glanced back to see the shadow of his ass matched with the pile below, “signal.” 
	-Fllflpsthhtphab- he slumped back into the puddle, his granite hind pancaking the kid batter under his weight, flattening it to the ground as he gyrated his hips, grinding away the spunk into nothing. “But it tjsfms is not enough to just let your trunks blow, they must be neutralized, sterilized, an, fmmsm, gotta make sure you bake away every bastard kid in your sick, disgusting heaps.” -Pppbbthhrorhbrlrlpgwwrtlp- A waterfall of bubbling mists roiled from the colonel's hind, puttering out under the weight of his hind, so his leathery rear drummed into the floor, as he unleashed the noxious miasma to ferment the sperm into a malignant, useless sludge, robbing even the barest purpose the spunk had to offer. -Sflpthhghghsha- -Chhrrlpghgsba- -Cfhhrhthsa- His hind grinding and squelching the spunk under the tons of his hind. “Until every possible child has been forsaken and granulated to nothing. This,” -Flslpththstbah- long tethers of muddy spunk goo spooled from the ground to his ass as he stood, “is your duty. All soldiers, move into your respective companies.  Fangs with Fangs, Talons with Talons, Tusks with Tusks, and begin wasting all our lives, for the glory.” 


~ 2 ~


The colonel stepped down to wander in the mire of stumbling, groaning and moaning he had unleashed upon his ranks. Each of the companies were gathered and stumbling over one another through the mire on the floor. -Ddmspfh- -dmspthhs- Thuds of mammoth hinds smothering down on their kind's faces reverberated through the air, trunks wired like cobras around eagerly twitching dicks. Tasked with milking their companions dry. The colonel tasted the brine of heat. The Fangs were one of the first companies he surveyed. The Fangs were the juveniles, new adults, with hinds barely with the capacity sufficient to handle  a single female. Though now they repaid that in the eagerness by which their trunks were worming and massaging each other's shafts, forming a stalled line of pachyderms, each face stuffed in another's hind. Smitten by their youthful eagerness, he closed in, tabbed the elephant's hinds as he went down the line, inspecting the pace of one of themm who were going at it with quite the fervor, thrusting into the tugs of their companion's trunk, thread tilted back out of the cheeks in front of them, panting as their dick was juggled with eager. Colonel seeing how the elephant's eyes began to close as he neaered climax. 
	“And what do you think you are doing exactly?” he shouted as he snapped his trunk down to the bull elephant's junk, wrapping the eagerly throbbing mast with a swirl of his snoutinto a tight knot. The soldier's load barrelled through their dick, met with the barricade of Colonel's trunk and was choked back, halting the orgasm like an insect crashing into a windowpane. -Clplffhptusha- Clsgthptghaha- The liquid loaf crashing into the expanding bloat of his dick, the front half turning blue in the shut access of his arteries, standing tall and throbbing in steel, until the loaf flushed back in a tidalwave of bloats down his shaft, the front half to his member, slumping limp after the Colonel's choke hold as the searing line of suspended orgasm burnt deep skid marks through his nerves. 
	“Gmnwghhs, a mgpahya aawahrhg asmamgs, C-Colonel,” he managed to form the title amidst the array of desperate whines contorting his face. 
	“Did I give you all the signal? Hmm? Thought not, I would have remembered that. I am sure you could put that excellent memory of yours to work and recall your orders,” he shouted out to the bull, who gave a meek nod whilst stewing in relief going unanswered. 
	Colonel spooled his trunk free. -Flspths- The bull's mast limply slumping to the ground and barfing up a dollop of shame. 
	“And don't you forget,” he said, turning around with such force that his hind slammed into the line of boys -Sllpttmp- -Cllphthtp- -Dlstmpghs- hinds clapping ahead one after the other, and the whole arrangement of elephants tumbled under the aftershock of the slam, falling like dominoes into the mud as Colonel stepped off. Without looking back, he raised his trunk, “and now, let loose your first volley.” 
	“Gnrhhraaaa…” the punished bull squealed as he sloughed on the ground, face dunked into another's cheeks, granted minimum aid by the surrounding soldiers as their own climax breached the barrier, crotch trunks hauling up liters of raw insaminant where they laid in a chain of lazy heaps on the ground. Spunk aunching out from them in spurts, and blanketing their surroundings in broad tendrils through the muddied ground. The steaming fluids tempered and mired in filth, a grand disappointment form their expected hopes of sinking into and rushing down a birth canal. 
	“Good work soldiers, keep at it, leave no sperm uncounted. Their chance of inseminating a womb in heat may be behind us, but not a single potential brat shall suffer that hope in your sack. Milk those dick teats until you are all dry and then churn that tyke cream into butter with yours fat asses. The last use they'll have so make it worth it, be the statuary members of the eastern rout elephants you can be: ready up for round two.” He shouted whilst walking away, taking in the line that spread through the floods of spunk unleashed in his wake. -Splspthgsh- -Crpsltbhts- -csbpthghs- mottled smacks and grinds of cheeks plastering into the ground and -Fplprlprfbfrhrrrrrhtss- dousing the spunk in waves of toxic fumes, the fog annihilating any active cells and melting their husk into the floor grime.


The Colonel followed up to the Tusks, the seniors whose hinds had fit as many females as they could bare to make up for the slacker youth, now getting their faces full of each other's asses sagging down their heads, grinding away at each other and jabbing away at their comrades' dicks. They all had the discipline to hold until his order, and unleash the tidal wave of spunk in unison, standing in a ring with the waves of congealed elephant glue swarming up in waves towards the center, to then turn around and -Dlspthths- -Dlslpthtsa- grind their asses away into the mire of goo. -Flrprlrhthts- -Crllpsfhfhshts- Their barrage of greasy, stale flatulence milling the future offspring away into sludge. Globs and dollops smeared into their skin, seeping into the labyrinth of furrows across their hide, soaked in the fumes of the surroundings. Yet, these sperms would waste away as nothing more than belly gunk. 
	“A grand campaign you are all fighting, keep those spirites up. We are winning, we are wiping up all those kids into putty, feel the future of our species buried in the mud by your hinds. We are approaching the final phase, all of you be prepared, for once you've blown every load you can, once you have nursed each of those spunk spuds into the ground, all that remains if you. Find the nearest suitable hind and pledge yourself to our species, waste away like the generations we have all condemned to the ditches. And you, grand Tusks. See those stalls.” 
	As the orders came out, there was rousing shudder through the whole silo, they were close to their goals. -Slfpsths- -Clspghthhsta- The familiar grind of leather to plush puckered flesh began to percolate through the hall as those with empty reserves -Sllpfshthta- wound starstruck up another's hind, -Sfllpchrrlsptah- winding away as the weight of those above welled down upon them, bulldozing their kin up their gratuitous asses. 
	“Yes, a true ass-extinction awaits us. See those stalls, your loads would be too mighty to smother, so company, line up,” he called out. The mammoths gathered in columns matching the stalls and filling up the rows behind until they were all present. “You have the honour to flush away your futures straight into the gutters. Down the drain with every last brat you got couped-up in your dicks.
	With a salute and a rousing eagerness the Pachyderms marched forward in unison. Each one squashing into the ruined, decrepit stalls ahead. The derelict porcelain was cracked and the bowls filthy or clogged up with grime and moss over ages of neglect. It was the perfect deposit for their baby batter. Once situated into their stalls the tusk company raised their throbbing masts with their back to the wall, they aimed their dicks down with -Tphthpshtoothsh- their genitals piercing through the seats, cracking the plumbing around their girth -clrpthsh- -Slptccha- as they feverishly humped down into the booths. Cocks burying through the mire and punching through the age-old clogs coped up in the lavatories, thrusting their shafts down like mad as the tension overwhelmed and their distance to their ultimate goal rapidly diminished. -Slflpsbtthahta- -Clspththatbbaht- Gargantuan batches of ungulate baby batter burrowed through the pipes, flushing out the clogs to the old gutters of the bathrooms, leaking out into the surroundings dirt through the damaged pipes below, contaminated by rust and filth, and planting their seed through which would never grow. The elephants flushing away their last hopes to propagate and condemning their future kids to be worm food. 
	“And fill in for the next rank, march.” The Colonel called out. 
	The following row strode forwards, Colonel marching through the spunk and flattening it into the dirt under his mighty hooves. The grand soldiers backing into the line of stalls, ass first to jam it in the face of their predecessors. -Slfpfshtbthsa- -Clsphohpsbths- The smattering crinkle of mud, spilled cum and sweat echoing as their cheeks sandwiched the elephants, working backwards into the stalls as the empty mammals -Slflpfwhthtbsha- sunk into the abyss of the fully loaded's hinds. All eager to blow their bombardment of baby batter down the drain. 
	The whole scene mimicing the mechanical intricacy of reloading artillery shells. The Colonel shedding a tear as he marvelled at the surrounding sights. -Clspghthhta- -Clspghthsa- The grinds and squelches of rumps devouring whole elephants. -Pspfbrboorrwprprths- The inevitable bouts of miasmic torrents bellowing out in their stead. Lives traded in for hot air. Futures relinquished to the dirt… This was pandemonium. 


~ 3 ~


“Mfpfhsa gnrnngs, sshcome on now, fmsms soldier. Show some… backbone,” the Colonel huffed out as he -Chhrlgpsh- -Krllspgttch- ground his ass back over his kind, the range of his pucker spreading and warping over the mass of grey flesh. “We are almost there… just, have to tie up the final loose ends, yo follow fysomms, your destiny, and march,” -cbpgnhgsh- he slammed his cheeks down, rear steamrolling another chunk of the elephant's torso, “up,” -Crssplthtshta- another slam, the Colonel’s hind crept over his subordinate's ass like a crumpled acchordion, “my, assffffs.” -Clspbrhrpththas- -Clptbthsha- The colonel slumped back into the ground. A burgeoning crater of mud so saturated with wasted baby batter that it had grown to take on a creamy hazel hue, moulding away like putty under his hind as it came down upon the last of his kind. The final eastern rout elephant, winding up his bowels… -Clslpghhthsat- He strained, gritting his teeth. -Spllfpbrpprruururtptptustshhpth- A Grandiose backdoor belch hauled out of his hind, tearing through the putty caking the ground, moulding ripples into the humid clay, sculpting an arching cone form his ass as the death cry of the penultimate mammal in the silo filtered out as a foul flush of fermented fumes. -Spfplfhrphstha- -Clspghhtrsla- “PPhhaaoo, pfmmsm afar. Ohoa… that’s. Paha… thats the,” the colonel huffed out, peering around the silo, his fart still echoing, dominating the empty airspace. Footprints and trawling patterns and gouges littered the ground, the stalls and toilets crumbled, but not a single soul lingered in the hall. 
	“The lot of you, haa. Haha… mfshr…gnnrng,” the elephant leader of nothing growled in satisfaction. -Scpspththahs- slumping back into the waves of mud, smothering even the faintest, final impact his species had on this world, exhaustion weighing him down as he stared towards the ceiling. 
	“All at rest now; at ease, mission’s, accomplished…” he granted them all a posthumous salute, before his trunk turned its attention back to his aching, throbbing dick. The Colonel keeping to his duty, and milking himself dry, in the steamy seclusion, of the desolate silo.