Croidus
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Croidus
By Segremores Moon
3252, July 2nd. Two years ago, a standard prison cargo ship left the airspace dock of San Francisco, heading toward the holding planet of Taros Five, hell some call it. The cargo ship was loaded with fifty five individual prisoners, all guilty of murder in the first degree due to a chemical imbalance in their systems caused by an unstable commercial drug which had hit the black market sometime in the early 40's. Deemed impossible to rehabilitate, the prisoners were sentenced to living out their life sentences in a vegetative state. After being lobotomized, the prisoners were sent to the plant for observation and containment. Two years later, the ship arrived two Earth days late and completely abandoned. After careful study of the automated piloting console, it was discovered that the ship was unaware of any delay, the computer stating that its arrival date was right on time two days ago. Security logs revealed nothing, all of the computerized equipment having suffered the same discontinuity that the autopilot had. It was decidedly impossible that the prisoners could have escaped from the craft. All of them were in cryostasis during the journey, after having them lobotomized to boot. Even if they did wake up from sleep, they wouldn't have been aware enough of their surroundings to do anything about it. The only evidence that anything, short of spontaneous disappearing could have taken place was an eerie gray slime that covered the main cryo tube station. A sample of the slime was taken and sent back to Earth for testing. The ship itself has been placed in quarantine until further notice. This is Tyler Boise, Head SO of the Taros Five research center, signing off.
The unknown section of Sphere 13 has always been the source of children's horror stories. Rumors of crews vanishing from ships which passed through or near Sphere 13 became all too real when supply vessels and colony ships of the Freedom Democracy would all arrive at their destinations intact but devoid of any personnel. The calling card of each attack would be an odd gray slime which would be found covering one of the ship's rooms but nothing more. It was time for the mess to end. Setting up what the government of Earth had thought was a brilliant plan, they sent a single, heavily personelled prison ship to Taros Five with a stealth unit escort to watch carefully to catch those responsible red handed. For two months, the crew of the Lightwing watched and followed the massive cargo ship, apprehensive as they began to pass through Sphere 13. The crew sat on constant surveillance, using stim packs whenever a full-night's sleep was needed. "Anything to report yet?" asked the bored voice of the captain on the intercom. All six crewman checked their stations for activity, their simple reply was: "All clear." And so it was that the crew continued on in this way, following the cargo ship. Days later, the creatures came. The crew had no time to respond as suddenly the docking airlock opened and the computerized systems all shut off simultaneously. There was much confusion as the crew of seven rushed to the airlock to close it, thinking that the computers had malfunctioned. Instead, they crashed straight into the lizardmen. It was strange, lizard men was the only real way to describe them. Black to gray scales surrounding powerfully muscled limbs. They stood on two legs that were bent at non-human angles, each toe of the foot ending in a wicked claw. Thick tails sprouted from the base of the creatures' spines and their heads tapered to a muzzle full of sharp teeth. The most perverse part of the creatures, however, came from their groins. Sporting a surprisingly human configuration, a thick shaft capped by a mushroom head which dangled heavily over a massive scrotum which looked as if it might encompass more than two testicles.
The humans had only a few seconds to glimpse the creatures in awe, horror, and arousal before they crashed into their thick, broad chests. Instantly, the creatures held the struggling and fighting crew members against their bulky bodies. The humans watched and yelled in terror as the lizardmen began to tear off their clothing indescriminantly. The seven humans stood pressed against their alien counterparts, held naked to the scalie flesh. Three of the crew members began to show arousal, their bodies pressed lewdly to hot, naked flesh. The lizard's crotches inches from their own. As if on cue, the lizardmen all grunted in excitement as their massive peni twitched and began to swell, filling with their heartbeat as they rose massively and in unison. The thick heads dragged along their human slaves' inner thighs, leaving a slick trail of pre fluids behind. All of the humans groaned in arousal or revulsion as the creatures' purposes became clear.
"Suck" they hissed, gently urging their humans to kneel before them with strategic ally-placed claws to the back of their skulls. Obeying with only a little hesitance, entranced by the pheromones rolling off of their new masters, the humans bowed, slipping out of the scalie arms and wrapping their lips and tongues around the hot, smooth flesh of the lizardmen's cocks. Sighing in approval, the lizardmen encouraged their respective humans with words of praise spoken in hisses and great scaled hands on the backs of their hands.
The act wasn't for pleasure. The mother must be served. The lizardmen's sacks pumped fluids into the humans' stomachs, filling their bellies with chemical to make them more subservient and to prepare them for what was to come. The crew members began sucking harder, almost desperately on the monstrous phalli before them, demanding more of the wonderful substance being fed to them. The lizardmen continued until it was time to go, pulling the humans off of their crotches and holding them in their massive arms.
The group left the derelict space craft behind, the crew finding themselves on the cargo ship instead, walking alongside their new masters. They watched with passing interest as they moved amongst the cryo tubes which were being opened. The lizardmen who were attending to the tubes would each straddle the open case and slowly push their cocks into the lobotomized humans' mouths, spewing the fluid that would dominate and prepare them for what was to come into their stomachs. To the crew's amazement, the lobotomized humans woke up, stood, and began to follow their lizardmen as well, all were eventually led to the much larger main deck.
The humans all were herded along the walls, leaving a large, empty space of floor and a walkway from the main airlock door to the clearing. The last of the creatures filed in with their humans slaves, the door closing and sealing behind them to prevent escape, the last noise being heard before absolute silence. The humans looked around themselves curiously, observing their lizardmen masters with aroused interest, noticing subtle differences in each one just as their were differences in each human. Though all individuals seemed male, it was still a diverse group. The humans were snapped out of their reveries as the airlock began to pressurize. A unique clicking sound began to grow amongst the crew, each lizardman tapping their toes against the steel floor to produce the sound. The clacking grew louder as the airlock opened at last, excitement growing upon the air. All noise stopped as suddenly as it had begun when a massive figure stepped out. Magnificent in his structure, this lizardmna towered over the heads of all present. Ten feet in height or more it stood on the same two legs that the others did, the same thick tapered tail swaying behind. The same head with sharp-toothed muzzle and the same set of hugely male genitalia swung between its legs. The only differences, it seemed, lay in the midsection. His belly wore a bright red marking of a single triangle that appeared to be more a natural coloration of his otherwise dark scales than a tattoo or painted mark.
"Croidus" the crowd of lizardmen hissed gently under their collective breaths. Croidus smiled at his children and began to walk slowly to the large clearing. As he passed, many clawed hands surrounded his form, in every place that they could touch. Claws caressed his legs, they stroked his perfect tail, they cupped and fondled his ponderous groin, but most of all, they stroked and caressed his slightly rounded belly, this being the other feature that set Croidus apart from the others. While the other lizardmen were toned and muscled in the midsection, his sported a generous paunch which jiggled slightly as he moved. He smiled in pleasure as his children ran their scaled hands over his body. Finally, he reached the end of the line and entered the circular clearing. Though the creatures followed Croidus and filled in the cleared line behind him, they did not follow him into the circle. Reaching the center, he sat upon one of the cryo tubes and took a spread-leg stance, thrusting his crotch forward and revealing all to those in the room. With a start, the humans saw that, nestled between his anus and the back of his scrotum was a slightly open slit.
"Prepare them" Croidus commanded. Moving as one, the lizardmen guided their individual human slaves to the ground, making them kneel at their feet. Then, holding their cocks to aim the pouting slits at their humans, they grunted as their penises suddenly spewed a thick stream of gray ooze which hit the humans squarely in the head and ran down their bodies covering their flesh and the floor around beneath them. A few seconds of this left the slick humans unable to find any friction on the floor, slipping and sliding in the gray ooze. Though the lizard men seemed perfectly fine. Meanwhile, the greater lizardmen sat on the cryotube, sweating and panting as changes took place rather quickly within his body. He could feel himself loosen, his genetically engineered slit opening to his womb irised wide. A burst of fluid came from his slit as he was suddenly very open, the lips of his scalie cunt sagging and twitching slightly. The lizardmen knew what to do then, one by one they dragged their slick humans to the great Croidus and fed them to his gaping loins. The first slid in the slowest, his legs disappearing between the slick lips, helped along by the thick lubrication that the lizards had pissed onto him earlier. Another shove, and the lizardmen had pushed him in up to his belly, the warm wet flesh flowing up around his body and taking him in. Before long, the human disappeared from view, only to reappear once more as a struggling bulge inside Croidus' belly. The next few hours were devoted to forcing the humans into the womb of the mother. His gut swelled more and more with each new human that was pressed up into his depths. His belly also slowly shrank as the humans inside were regressed in age to nothing more than fist-sized fetuses and impregnated into his womb walls to grow later.
Before the day was done, the last human slid up into Croidus, his vagina slowly closing up behind him with a wet gulping sound. The lizardmen knelt before the great creature, all eyes on their great mother's belly as its swollen, squirming surface shrank to a solid ball. Groaning, Croidus caressed his heavily gravid flanks, judging how large he was and finding his clawed hands unable to meet around his new pregnancy.
"Excellent" he said, a smile splitting his features as he struggled slightly to stand again. As he stood, his belly pushed out a bit further, gravity causing him to carry so many low on his body. "Let us return and celebrate the capture of your new brothers" the giant lizardman sighed as he began to walk toward the airlock, his massive gut, swollen with the future lizardmen growing inside, leading the way to his ship.