FSE

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No CGI (male) 4

by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)

{It takes a special kind of person to be alone in a room with 3 horny dinosaurs. Looks like you are just their type.}

You notice that you are not the only car parked on Grid Street. You wonder who the other person is, but only for a moment, and then you open the door to R's apartment.

Three raptors are lying on mats in the middle of the living room. R is on your left. X is on your right. E is in the middle. All of them are belly up, slits glistening in the dim light, tips of their dicks peeking.

“Told you [w]e'd [b]eat you here," R says. “We [m]ade a [b]uffet for you."

Closing the door, you remove your shirt and then your pants. All three dinos lick their muzzles seeing your throbbing cock.

E: “I [w]anted to shove [m]y cock in your face halfway through [m]y drink."

You stand before three helpless dinosaurs. “I would've sucked you off right there. Lawrence would've covered for us." You survey the buffet. “You three are ruining Jurassic Park for me. How can I possibly believe dinosaurs are a threat after I've seen them like this?"

R turns his muzzle and starts licking E's snout. E turns and nuzzles him back.

“Help me out," you say. “How do I choose?"

R comes up for air. “Sa[mp]le a little of each. Focus on the one you like [b]est."

You laugh. “If I like theirs better, that'll just make things weird when I meet you again."

“Just get down here." R spreads his legs a little wider.

You kneel before the dinosaur slit and start licking. At first touch his cock slides all the way out and rests on his ab muscles. You enjoy his meaty scent so much you forget there are two others in the room.

“Hhhhh," R begins. “___ is content with [m]y scent. X, E, if you [w]ant attention, I think you'll have to take hi[m] away fro[m] [m]e."

You hear two dinosaurs rolling over. You grip R's legs tighter as you lick his dick from base to tip again.

Something yanks you backwards and rolls you over. A pair of green legs walks up either side of your body and a slit slams your head down to the hardwood floor. You can't move your head, so you start licking. A ridged dick crawls up your face. It has weight, and it's so hot you wonder if it's burning your skin.

E's scent is leaner than R's. Lighter somehow. If you knew more wine terms you might be better at articulating it.

The rest of the dinosaur body lies down on you, and the slit is dripping so much it's drenching your face.

Something knocks E to the side, and the dick and his lean scent whips away. White legs now stand over you, and a fully hard cock and dripping slit stand over you. It looks longer than R's, and the ridges are more pronounced.

You reach up and grip it. The slit leaks over you faster, and you pull the dick downward. The dinosaur lowers himself to your face and you have no choice but to take in the scent. X's cock feels heavy on your face, and you feel claws on your stomach and three fingers fondling your dick. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you lick the base of his length, feeling each ridge. The texture is fascinating, and you think nobody could possibly forget dinosaurs exist if they could do this.

A tongue on your cock, and then something knocks it away.

Screeching.

Birdlike warbles mixed with claws tapping the hardwood.

X rises from you. A web of slit lube connects your face to his crotch for a few steps before breaking. You turn your head and catch a glimpse of X and R standing a body's length apart, mouths open, hands spread, toe-claws raised. They are screeching and snarling at one another. Off to the side, you see E in a similar posture.

R lunges, every muscle on his body bulging as he moves. You reach down and rub yourself. This is hotter than watching him lift weights because he's in motion. You wonder how he can be so graceful and agile with that much bulk.

X backs off and so does E. Now R walks up around you. He is out of his slit and throbbing, his crotch a waterfall as he stands facing you, claws fanned.

You raise your legs.

Immediately he pounces and shoves his dick into you. Being the dinosaur slut you are, it goes in without resistance. R only gets two deep thrusts in when a jaw clamps around his neck and pulls him backwards. Claws scratch the hardwood but don't help him hold on, and X drags him away. R slides backwards, and X drops onto you, cock slapping your stomach and chest. He caresses your head. You raise your legs higher, and he adjusts his stance and slips in, lying on top of you but keeping his nose pressed against yours.

X's cock is indeed longer than R's, and the ridges are definitely more pronounced. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he thrusts you, and you can't even breathe long enough to find your voice long enough to tell him to slow down.

Two sets of claws clicking on the floor, circling the two of you. X rises but is still buried to the hilt in you, fanning the claws on his hands and hissing at R and E. The other two are circling, hissing and posturing.

X thrusts you rapidly a few times, pushing you across the floor, his lean chest all you can see now. You hold him around the torso, the feel of scales suddenly a continuous turn-on.

E collides with X, and the white raptor pulls out and stands. They trade claws across the muzzle and shoulder, dicks swinging and trailing lube everywhere. A few strands hit you across the chest.

After much noise and posturing, X backs off, and E now shoves you over and stands over you.

You climb to your hands and knees, and you feel a hot cock draped over your back. E wastes no time shoving it in. He is shorter and thinner than both X and R, but still enough to make you feel skewered.

He thrusts you as if his life depends on it, reaching down to cup your balls and squeeze pre from your tip. You see him raising his hand to his nose and taking a deep breath. You have the feeling he could find you in a crowded stadium now.

Something rams both of you, and you fall over as E slips out. R jumps on top of you and crouches before the other two, screeching and warbling as globs of lube fall from his slit and pelt you on your shoulder and stomach.

You curl up as X and E circle R. The muscle-dino puts a foot on you and pushes you over to your stomach. He lies on you, and you can tell because you feel both pecs and every single abdominal muscle pushing you to the floor. His flaming hot dick pokes your rear, and before you know it, it's all the way inside you.

You barely have a voice as it fills your reality.

R then stands up, holding you up with one arm. He walks forward, dragging you along, swiping his other hand at the other two. Both of them are dripping on the floor so much you can hear it over all three of them.

The other two posture and flash their teeth and claws at R. The raptor buried inside you stands taller and flexes all of his muscles at them as he postures back.

E and X back off, cocks still out and aimed at you. R drops. You fall to your hands and knees again as R thrusts you so fast you can't breathe at all. You reach up and feel his granite pecs and arms as he does.

You then beckon to the other two dinosaurs before you. They slowly approach, constantly checking with R. When they are close enough, you reach out and grab X's dick. You then reach over and give E's dick a few rubs.

R suddenly rolls to his side, taking you with him. He curls up as he thrusts you a few more times. Both E and X stand over you, crouching so their dicks are on your face.

You grab and lick both of them at once, and after a while E begins thrusting into your hand. You lick and suckle X until he is also thrusting.

Heat fills your backside and you feel two tongues on your dick. They barely have to do anything before you release, and now you feel three tongues competing to lap up your seed.

With a screech, E releases, covering you in his thick cum. X is not far behind, and R is sucking E's dick, leaving you to lap up X's cum. You are no longer hungry. The thickness of dinosaur seed fascinates you.

*

Someone shifts, and it wakes you up. The last thing you remember was collapsing on one of the mats, R spooning you, and X falling asleep with his muzzle under your arm and E spooning him. You vaguely remember feeling lube on your hand and rubbing it over yourself and then shoving your dick up X's ass while feeling his scales up and down. You can't remember if you blew a load or not, but you fell asleep again.

X is getting up. You reach up into the darkness and feel his leg. He feels your fingers. He then grips yours and and lightly pulls you up, beckoning you with a muzzle wave which you can just barely see in the moonlight peeking through the blinds.

You don't feel a wall of warm muscle against your backside, so you rise from the mat and follow X to the bathroom. The door is unlocked, and as he enters you realize the bathrooms in these row houses are shared with the neighbors. X does not bother to lock the door connecting to the adjacent unit. You close the other door.

His muzzle closes in on you and rubs your cheek. “You're fun, ___. S[p]arring gets [m]e going even [m]ore than shoving [m]y dick in so[m]ething. [W]ish [w]e could've recorded that. And I felt you in me last night. Ha[pp]y you got into it, too. I've [m]et hu[m]ans who couldn't handle any of that. Too scared of [p]redators fighting around the[m], but you got even harder. It [m]ade all of us want to fuck even [m]ore. Interested in a jo[b]?"

“Doing what?"

X backs up and angles his slit over the toilet. He pisses loudly. You almost leave the room, but he pulls you in and licks you from your left testicle all the way up your stomach to your chin.

“I [m]ake [p]orn videos. I'[m] al[w]ays looking to get hu[m]ans involved."

“Dinosaur porn? What video stores have those?"

“It's [b]arely a [m]arket here, but in other countries it's a [p]ublic service, es[p]ecially [p]laces where hu[m]ans and re[p]tiles aren't allowed to [m]ix at all. It can [p]ay the [b]ills."

He's finally done pissing and he stands all the way up, moving to the shower. Rather than a stall or a tub, it's a locker-room style open floor design, twice as wide as the one in your apartment.

“[W]anna hel[p] [m]e [w]ash u[p]? I [w]ork in a few hours and I have lots of hard to reach [p]laces."

You grin and step over the lip onto the tiles. The soap is not the same as the kind you're used to. The bar is larger, and it feels coarse in your hands. X turns on the overhead spray and stands under it as it warms up.

After feeling R up so many times, X's lankiness is fascinating. His legs are still thicker than your torso, but they do not ripple, and his skin is looser. He leans into your hands as you lather up his legs.

You feel a scaly hand on your back. X is lathering you up, too, not even trying to keep his claws off your skin. The hand moves down your back and straight to your rear. He spends a lot of time lathering up your cheeks, one at a time. A muzzle touches your ear as the hand draws you closer.

“R has a few of [m]y [m]ovies. Ask him to show you one. Find [m]e if you're interested in [b]eing [p]art of our little theater grou[p]."

You reach around and lather his rear in return, but you are not certain if you should slip your fingers into his slit while your hand is soapy, so you settle for giving the back of his thighs tender squeezes. X may not have R's bulk, but he is still as solid as a bull.

“I'm interested," you answer.

X growls. “[W]atch one first. Dino [p]orn isn't the sa[m]e as hu[m]an [p]orn. [M]ost of us aren't turned on visually. It's [m]ostly scent, but without that, the action is what gets us going. You'll see."

He has lathered up your shoulders and arms for you. You reach under him and rub his stomach. You can feel his ribs, and you wonder if he's ill. He notices what you're feeling and stands higher.

“I like running too [m]uch to [p]ack on [m]uscle like R does. I take a run around the city at least four ti[m]es a [w]eek."

“Just for fun?"

“I love running. So[m]e days I think I'll [m]ake a turn and run in a straight line until I die. That and [m]aking [p]orn are a[b]out the only two things that [m]ake [m]e [w]ant to get u[p] every day."

“I know the feeling. I work in a prison." The water has washed your hands of soap, so now you finger his slit.

He growls and leans backwards into your hand. “Shit. I [w]ork in a call center for a credit card co[mp]any."

“Does anyone there know you're a dinosaur?"

“Al[m]ost no one, and the one lady who does forgets every single day."

“I don't understand how anyone can just forget."

“I think it's [m]ore they don't know how to re[m]e[mb]er. It's i[mp]ossi[bl]e we're still around and [w]e can talk. It just sli[p]s away."

You have managed to wash his neck and head while he has wiped your front half. He fondles your balls and your cock, and he looks down at them.

“Hhhhh, these will look good on ca[m]era."

“I'll bet you say that to everyone."

“Al[m]ost everyone. So[m]e dinos have a thing for external [b]its. Lusting after what they can't have, ad[m]iring those who control us, i[m]agining they can seduce a hu[m]an and get out of [pl]aces like this. Ever read the original Aladdin? That's what it's a[b]out. That's what our theater grou[p] hel[p]s with."

In a few more minutes, both of you are mostly clean, and you step out. No towels, but the bathroom has two hair dryers, and you blow-dry the dinosaur as he does the same to you.

When the two of you emerge, dawn has given the room a dull glow, and R and E are awake, 69-ing each other's slit.

X walks around them to the TV stand. He pulls a tape and hands it to you. Black cover. No images. Only handwriting:

1^, (arrow symbol)(delta symbol) *2^'

“[W]e use [m]ath sy[mb]ols so they don't have to be rela[b]eled overseas. [b]lade is [m]ale. Chalice is fe[m]ale. Co[mm]a [m]eans su[b]. A[p]ostro[p]he [m]eans do[m]. The nu[mb]er is s[p]ecies. 1 is T-rex. 2 is ra[p]tor. Goes up to 16." He snorted. “Hu[m]ans are zero. Arrow [m]eans it's a chase video."

“And the triangle?"

“The chase ends with anal."

“What's the star?"

He bobs from the neck. “You'll see. Lots of other sy[mb]ols. Ask R." He laughs. “Every video R is in gets a division sign by the 2. That's the symbol for [m]uscles. [P]ersonally I never cared for that kind of [b]ulk, [b]ut I know a lot of dinos who ogle hi[m]." He sighs. “I've known hi[m] since he was a hatchling. I'd fuck hi[m] no [m]atter how [b]ig or s[m]all he gets. His scent is ho[m]e for [m]e."

“I think I understand now. I have today off. We'll make a day out of it."

He leans forward and noses you. “We have to register everything we do with the govern[m]ent. Every one of my ta[p]es is in the Li[b]rary of Congress."

You giggle.

“I get hard every time I think about that. If nuclear [w]ar [w]i[p]ed everything out, I'd [b]e [p]roud if [m]y ta[p]es were all that survived of [m]y s[p]ecies. Ho[p]e to catch your scent again, ___."

X turns and walks out the door.

You let the tape slide halfway out of its case. It hasn't been rewound, and it looks like it only lasts half an hour. You set it on top of the TV. E and R are now fully hard and have each other's dicks down their throats, and each looks like this is where he wants to be for the rest of his life.

Never again will you see the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park as threatening.

You just now realize how thirsty you are, and you walk to the kitchen and hang your head under the faucet.

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4539730.James\_L\_Steele

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7136003.Tagenar