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A Raptor Connection

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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I leaned back in my seat a little, trying to appear like I wasn't interested in what mom was doing as we set down on the new planet. I suppose, by then, it had come to the point in our relationship that I was trying to look a little more detached from the day-to-day stuff, though my life growing up had not been typical either.

“Alright, that's us, Big Bird X O fifty-four setting down now," my mother said, the secretary speaking clearly into the headset microphone that was poised just before her grey beak, though there was a line of yellow where it set into her feathered face. “Copy that."

I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the line as the environmental study ship set down on a planet that, as yet, was unknown to me. But that's what my mother and I did – along with the rest of the research team on the ship, of course. We travelled from planet to planet doing environmental studies, as my mother was a biologist. At the current time, I was in training, even though I still wasn't sure what direction I wanted my life to take.

Sometimes it sucked that my mom was single and travelling constantly in her life, dragging me along with her, though I got lots of experiences that I may not have had if I had been stationed on a single planet. Even with the universe at our fingertips, the education system was often standardised within those signed to Convasse.

Mom didn't like Convasse, the control they took over the citizens of multiple planets. So, that was how I'd ended up travelling along with her until I was nineteen, just, only meeting some others who were the same age as me. We were the only secretary birds, though there were a couple of other avians over the years, who I tried to chat with and learn from the best I could. Sometimes, that was all I could do.

When we set down, I scurried out as soon as mom allowed me to do so, as she was still above me in the hierarchy of the ship. I'd tried to tell her, before, that I didn't really have to listen to her now that I was an adult and had been for a little time, but, of course, that didn't go down all that well when there was a chain of command there.

I had to obey that and, honestly, I liked the work too. It was better than what many my age got into and I didn't feel like I all that easily connected with those who were closer to me in age, going out and partying. It didn't matter what planet we were on: if there was a station, there was a party. I just wasn't all that interested in them and, frankly, I didn't think that was ever going to be for me either.

I grunted as I set down, surveying the area. It was rich and jungle-like – kind of like the planet we had been on four or five back. Sometimes we hopped from planet to planet and environment to environment so much that they all blended into one in my head. That was a struggle for me: keeping things separate like that.

But I could work around it and I think, really, that was what life was all about. You had to be flexible in the galaxy, unless you stayed on one planet for your entire life. I didn't want that, but I wasn't so sure being on a research expedition to study the environment, working for different companies, was something I was interested in for the rest of my life either.

Little did I know that my fate had been set the moment I set foot on that planet, studying the foliage and using a hand-scanner to quickly record the plants around me. There was nothing for me elsewhere and I was destined to stay right where I was.

“Ah… There…"

My mother raised a feathered, hand, her wings forming part of her arms. I'd seen some anthros who had separate wings on their backs, which was pretty cool, though I could gain some height and air with mine if I flapped really hard. My mother, however, pointed at a bipedal creature up on a hillock, some distance away from where we'd landed.

It looked dinosaur-like, though true dinosaurs had not been seen across multiple planets for many years; there was a chance that some still existed in the galaxy, of course, for not every planet had been explored yet. But the creature was definitely powerful, standing on two clawed feet that were much larger than my own, appearing to all intents and purposes to be a raptor.

“It has feathers like us," I said and my mother nodded, having that noted down; my eyes were better than hers and could see a little further and more clearly. “They're blue… I think there's a lighter underbelly too, definitely a carnivorous head."

“Fascinating," my mother breathed. “I did not expect to find life like that here. This is a significant discovery!"

I could not help but smile at my mother's enthusiasm. It seemed to take no effort at all to get her happy about something, as if she lived for her work. That was all well and good for her, though it was not at all the sort of thing that suited me.

However, the raptors, as we took to calling them, populated a large part of the planet – or at least where we landed and made camp for the time being. We slept on the space vessel, of course, retreating to it every night, though there was talk about getting small expedition vehicles to traverse the planet more easily. Sometimes we used hover craft and other times there were more rugged wheeled vehicles, though they all had their pros and cons.

I wouldn't have minded doing some work there too, or perhaps going into more lab-based biology – as long as it wasn't the same every single day. The raptors, at the very least, kept me interested and I made them my speciality for that research trip, even though there was plenty of flora there to be studied too.

They varied in size, but most of them were at least a head taller than I was, so somewhere around seven feet tall. It was difficult to get an accurate measurement on any one of them, for they often seemed to be in motion, though I was able to get quite close to them.

They were feathered creatures and could bow down on to their front legs, which were hooked up more like arms, if they wanted to investigate something, though they were, more often than not, standing on two legs. They didn't have scales, like some alien species I'd encountered, but feathers all over their bodies. In that way, they kind of looked like my mother and me, though we were very much secretary birds rather than alien raptors.

The raptors had wicked, hoked claws too that they used – but only for the killing blow of a hunt, which I was lucky enough to observe, having half climbed and half flapped myself up into a tree. They didn't hunt in packs either, though needed a fair amount of food from other mammalian creatures on the planet to feed themselves.

Feeding was brutal and that side, to be fair, turned my stomach, even if they fully and cleanly dispatched their prey before feasting, together. It was how they hunted that was strange, as if the prey was being drawn to them, walking in a trance. I thought the raptors may well have been able to camouflage themselves, in some way, from their prey – but that didn't make sense when I could still see and hear and smell them as clear as day.

Yet something wasn't quite right there. I was so wrapped up in my fascination with the raptors that I didn't notice at first, but the others that I'd lived and worked with on the ship started acting…odd.

First, Emily, a dragon anthro, snapped at her partner – literally. Her teeth caught the wolf's ear and ripped loose a shred. It might have been a small notch of skin out of her partner's ear, but it was significant enough to give me pause.

And then I noticed Julienne and Michael fighting, the pair of horses bickering back and forth, stomping their hooves and swishing their tails. The guys usually got on like they'd been together forever, though I think their relationship was only of a couple of years.

Things escalated sharply from there as the raptors lunged into our group, even though we were close to the ship and should have been well-protected by the force fields around it. It didn't make sense, not at all, how the raptors could bypass that – but it was carnage!

They screamed, a bone-chilling cry that ached through the air, and even I had to quail, a ray gun clutched in my feathered hands. It wasn't my usual weapon of choice – but it was not as if I all that often needed a weapon at all. I held it like I was going to take a sample extraction, not defend myself. My hands shook terribly and I clamped my beak shut tightly as a raptor dragged another member of the expedition, Mary-Anne, off into the bushes, her cries echoing through the air.

We hadn't even seen them coming and, in the chaos, my mother dragged me with a short, sharp squall back on to the ship.

“Up, up!" She hissed, pulling out my feathers in her haste to get me to the medical bay, shoving me ahead of her. “You've got to get in, get away! You've got to get in!"

“Mom – what's happening? Why can't we just lock them out?"

I meant the raptors, of course, though it crossed my mind that other members of the expedition would be locked out too if we simply closed the doors. My mother shook her head, tapping a few buttons on the side of a medical pod – the kind that was designed to hold an anthro in stasis for a time, usually when they had grievous wounds or something further needed medical investigation.

My mother didn't answer, though she had something of an ashen look about her face, her feathers ruffled and sticking up. Even the colours around her crest and beak were dulled as if something was being drained from her. Had I not noticed that she was fading, that she was perhaps unwell?

Alas, it was too late to know as the raptors stepped on to the ship, not needing to rush. I shivered, something prickling around the edges of my mind. Could a brain be itchy? Well, that was most certainly the sensation I had at that time, as much as it didn't make sense.

“In, you've got to stay there. I hope…" She said softly, her voice dropping and taking on a rough, raspy quality. “My dear, I hope I see you again. Please, stay safe."

She pushed me into the pod and the last feeling I had of my mother, in that mind, was her fingers leaving my shoulder, the imprint of her hand biting into my shoulder.

And then I knew no more, falling and falling, as the smooth, domed lid of the stasis pod closed over my head.

I didn't need to know, not in stasis, after all.

When I dreamed, time having no meaning in limbo, I saw coloured raptors – in all colours of the rainbow. They darted and danced and stared, piercing eyes capturing my visage, as if they were staring directly into my soul.

The backgrounds of my dreams changed, from the ship to open meadows to the rich, wet jungle too – even a cave, more than once. Of course, there was no way for me to differentiate one dream from another.

I finally came around with no sense of the time that had passed, though my tongue felt thick and fuzzy in my mouth, as if I had imbued too much liquor.

“Ah… What?"

I couldn't get any further words out as I sat up slowly, something ringing in my ears. There was a dim beep in the background, though it didn't stop as I swung one leg, slowly, after the other out of the pod. It looked like the power source for it had been cut – though it was not as if I wanted to slip back into stasis either.

My heart pounded and my stomach lurched. Regardless of my physical state, I had to find out what had happened. The last thing I remembered was anthros from the ship acting weirdly and then fighting, doing things that were very out of character for them. Next, the raptors were attacking and there was so much chaos, screams cutting through the air…

“Erf."

I grunted, pressing a hand over my beak, though it didn't stop the odd rise of nausea there, as if I needed to regurgitate. It was okay, however, for the sickness was settling, even if I hadn't done anything in particular to actually soothe it in the slightest. It was only a marginally good thing that being in stasis meant that every function of my body had slowed, only allowing brain function at an unconscious level. Things had still worked, though so slowly they were imperceptible.

Everything felt okay, however, and I stretched out one wing-arm and then the other, turning back and forth and smoothing feathers back into place. I was still wearing out unicorn, a black, long-sleeved jacket over wicking underclothes and black trousers that clung to my legs, allowing me flexibility before they cut off at the point my feathers eased into that scale-like skin for avian legs. My claws clicked across the smooth, easily cleaned, floor of the medical bay as I took in my surroundings, wincing at the noise.

I wanted to be discreet, though I didn't have any talon mufflers with me and had to keep going. I just had to find out what had happened. Despite how I'd been trying, in a small way, to distance myself from my mother and find myself as an avian, I ached for my mother more than ever, a sick sense in the pit of my stomach that she had, ultimately, sacrificed herself for me.

There'd only been one stasis pod, after all, on our ship. I couldn't imagine my mother taking the space of someone else anyway, even if there had been multiple ones and more of a chance for her to escape too.

Exploring the ship, I went through the mess hall to the private quarters, though there were no locked rooms there. The click of my talons echoed strangely through the empty ship and my stomach panged with loss. I was not used to it being so quiet, not alive with the hum of the machinery and bustle of anthro activity. It was lonelier like that.

There was no one there either and I finally retraced my steps to my mother's quarters, which looked like they had been lived in – somewhat. It was hard to remember, if I remembered at all, just how her room had looked before we'd landed on the raptor planet, if anything was significantly out of place.

For it did not appear as if any of the ship had been ransacked in the slightest, if the raptors had come on board, truly, at all. It looked lived in and normal and I may well have not noticed anything at all out of place if it had all been a regular day.

It was from that, however, and I ran my fingers experimentally over the small bedside cabinet that held a few locked drawers, right next to my mother's slim bed. It was still wider than mine (a perk of her rank) and I'd been so jealous about it before.

My beak tipped down and I swallowed hard, even though it didn't do anything at all to dislodge the lump of emotion in my throat. Oh, how I missed her… Yet it wasn't the time to let emotion get the better of me. Like a wild creature, I had to be careful and I had to rely on instinct.

Above all else, regardless of all that had gone down, I needed to survive. And that was the only reason I could not succumb to the swirling mess of emotion threatening to rise within me.

There was a little dust on the top of the cabinet, though not too much. At least that told me my mother had not been there in some time. I wasn't a good judge of things like that, but, with all the doors throughout the ship open, I imagined it taking only a couple of weeks to get into that light state of mess.

Bending over, I picked up a journal from the floor and opened it to the recent entries.

It was my mother's, of course, though I knew my mother never would do something like document her feelings: she was open about those with her friends and no more than that. She was the kind of bird who had a very distinct line between every facet of her life. Emotion and working through problems were for friends – not for bringing into her workplace, of course. Maybe that was simplifying things a little too much, but it made me smile to remember her, exactly as she was.

I'll find you, mom.

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I had to find her. There was no other option for it, for my mother, regardless of our differences, had always been there for me. She'd done everything she could to save me – and I had to help her, in some way, any way.

So, I read her notes, working backwards through the journal. At least, that was what I tried to do, as she recorded everything that happened in the days past.

But…her writing wasn't the same, not on the latest entries, though I had no way to tell the time or the date, as all electrical systems were off on the ship. So, I flipped back to where I could read her writing more clearly, using an old-style pencil rather than the smart tech we brought with us. With that always changing and evolving, allowing us even to just write in mid-air or on a hologram and have it transcribed perfectly to digital format, it was strange that she'd chosen that medium. I'd never even seen her write in a journal before, not like that.

As I read, I uncovered some further details about the raptors. Apparently, they shed their feathers every few cycles, though I didn't quite know what a cycle was on that planet. I flipped further back and found a section on raptor mating, which I read with an oddly erotic tingle. Creatures like that coming together and mating had never interested me so much, from a technical standpoint, yet there was something in me that was more interested in it than before.

If I'd realised the danger then, I might have been able to find some way to escape, or even mitigate the danger I was in. But, it was not to be. I should have known we were far inferior to creatures like the raptors.

Yet there was no true way for me to know.

However, as I kept reading, I learned that the raptors were not all feathered, like the ones we'd found. They were capable of mating with all kinds of creatures to reproduce – though did not often mate with their own. My mother didn't note down a reason for that, though it would have been speculation, nonetheless.

That meant there were some sketches of raptor offspring in the notebook too, showing them with dolphin-like features: a fish-catching beak and a dolphin-like tail. A few pages were spent on one that I presumed my mother had been able to study up-close, though there were other examples too, like some with fur and some with horns like the favoured mammal that I'd thought was their prey before. Different skin types were noted and I gulped hard to think of my mother being so close to the creatures. I had not been in the eye of the carnage, although that didn't mean I didn't respect the horrors that had taken place there, what the raptors themselves were capable of.

I shivered. There'd been an intelligent, alien theme in their eyes, back when I'd been studying them too. Who could have known that so much would happen in such a short span of time?

I grunted and laid a hand on my stomach, my clothes feeling like they were too tight and restrictive on me. Squirming, I mused over taking them off, but I didn't want to be bare. The clothes didn't protect me, but they made me feel a little more myself.

There were some good details on the raptors, like where they nested and where they favoured hunting grounds were, although the writing… My mother didn't make much sense in the end. It was as if she was becoming infatuated with them, the more she wrote and the more days that passed. Even her writing gradually turned into a scrawl, the last readable words tracing my vision several times.

The beasts are here for me… be with… raptor… bear… take…

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I couldn't read the rest of it as her writing, strangely, devolved into a scribble. I didn't like that there was nothing more after that, just blank pages, and sat back on her bed. Running my fingers through my light crest, I tried to steady myself.

It didn't sound like her, not at all – not as my mother wrote about strange desires, about wanting to be with the raptors, how they were the key and the only way to survive there.

“Maybe something happened to us," I muttered, setting the journal aside. “Maybe…there was a poison, something here that got into us… I thought the scanners should have detected dangers like that though, before they were even ingested."

Night fell outside the vessel while I read, though I at least had some grounding of the raptors and the further research my mother had done. In one of the last pages, there was something about going to their nest – and, more importantly, a crudely drawn map with some landmarks that would, hopefully, lead me right to them.

If my mother was at the raptor nest, then maybe there was a chance. Maybe she had not gone yet and maybe I would be able to save her.

I didn't feel like eating, so I curled up in her bed with my knees tucked to my chest, though I didn't sleep deeply. I would head out in the morning, yet I tossed and turned, the bedsheets twisting around my legs and catching under my tail.

But my dreams did not do anything to settle me either. Yet I was not in control of them, just as had been the case while I had been in stasis too.

In my dreams, I saw my mother, her thighs a little thicker and a curvaceous lower half to her body. She had her usual outfit on, the form-fitting, simple uniform, and my eyes flicked from her as I watched a female raptor stalk across a dry, hard patch of ground. I couldn't have said what further surrounded us, for it was all foggy and blurry, as if the edges of everything had become weaker than the fabric of reality itself.

So, I leaned in closer to my mother, kneeling beside me in the dream, lightly hidden behind an outcrop of rock as we watched the raptor. She had feathers too, though she reminded me of a bird of paradise – something I'd seen on a visit to Earth when I'd been younger. Her eyes, however, were a rich amber, like liquid honey.

“Look at her," my mother said huskily. “The movement in her thighs, how she is the perfect predator. The feathered tip of her tail, see – that helps balance her, even better than our tails help us."

“Why are you telling me this, mom?" I asked, my beak moving as if I was not in true control of it. “It… Is this the right time?"

I felt that something was wrong even then, but the moment moved on without me as the raptor presented her back to us. Her tail flipped up and showed off a slit, though it was not quite like ours. As a secretary bird, of course, I was quite familiar with having a cloaca.

She continued as if I had said nothing at all.

“She'll find a mate and present herself to him, though different raptors have different mating displays," she said. “They will use the features of their body to their advantage. Feathered raptors, like the majority here, will often show them off. Even the feathered ones show features of the other species they have mated with."

The raptor's head changed a little, until her lips were hooked like a beak, though I still thought I could see teeth in there. That was weird, though I could not deny that she was a predator.

“A female will take a male but will drive him off her back if he does not ejaculate swiftly enough: that is a point of survival amongst raptors," my mother said. “They have a cloaca…and there lies the penis too."

I shook my head lightly and started. The female raptor wandered up to me as if she was in just the right place, half-turning and showing off her cloaca once more. Her tail lifted and it was there, right in my face, the edges of it ever so slightly parted as if it was plumping up with blood. Heat rushed to those sensitive areas, after all, when arousal was high – and the raptor clearly thought she had a mate there.

My mom took my hand, her fingers folding around my wrist, though I didn't protest as, slowly, she guided my hand to her cloaca. It felt strange and yet right, liquid joy flooding my chest, as if any empty space inside me was rising like the tide. I could feel the waves lapping against my chest, my loins, though that was just my mind trying to make sense of the odd change in me.

Even without my mother taking my hand, I was drawn to the raptor like something was connecting us. But that didn't make sense, not logically.

However, there didn't have to be logic as my mother pushed my fingers into her – just two, to start.

“Feel inside her," my mother breathed. “Her anatomy is not quite like ours. Feel for her vent, how she opens up a little more inside. There is no need to spend time on the urethra now, at the front, no. There is no clitoris like on an anthro, but there is something even more pleasurable buried inside her cloaca."

“Mom…"

I swallowed hard, though I was not entirely opposed to what was happening: I was more confused than anything else. Why was she doing that? My mother worked my hand back and forth and, without thinking, I curled my fingers up slightly inside the raptor's wet cloaca as it grew lightly slicker around the digits.

“Feel deeper, see how she shudders?"

My mother guided me as if she knew far more about raptor anatomy than I ever could, directing me to watch ripples of desire flowing through the raptor. The female raptor swung her tail out over my head, though she was poised a little higher than me, so I had the best view of her dripping cloaca.

There were so many sensitive spots inside her, though it was not the entrance to her cloaca as a whole that was the most sensitive. Her sex lay within, beyond the tracts that allowed her to relieve waste from her body, though the edges of her cloaca were firmer and less yielding than I'd imagined a sex would feel. Surely it would have been softer on an avian, like me?

I didn't have time to do more or say more, however, as my mother explained further, the raptor fluttering her feathers and letting them get all ruffled up. The raptor crooned and chattered her teeth, a certain warmth in her eye as she looked back at me.

“A raptor has a greater chance of conception with orgasm too," my mother breathed, as if she too was spellbound by the moment. “If you twist your fingers up inside…here…you will see what I mean."

I kept going, not even noticing for a bit that my mother had taken her hand away and was only directing me verbally. Yet I was caught by the moment as I ground my fingers up inside her and raked them back, pulling them through her velvety innards. It was slicker than ever around my fingers as I forced a third digit inside, though it still didn't feel like it was too much for her at all.

My mother's hand stroked over my chest – and I realised with a shiver that I was suddenly nude. She brushed a feather down, tenderly, as if she was preening me, though her hand kept going lower and lower, towards my cloaca.

“Mmmph…" I moaned, eyelids fluttering, though I had to keep my eyes open to focus on everything going on. “Mom… Mmm…"

Yet I wanted it, in a way, as if I was disconnected from the fact she was my mother. She rubbed my vent as my cock slowly protruded, the rounded tip pushing out as the full, meaty length was revealed.

“A female raptor can do more than take a cock," my mother said, her voice harsher and more biting, all as her fingers folded around my cock as if they belonged there. “There's a muscle, inside the cloaca, that helps them pleasure a male, as well as taking what they need for themselves. It's not about a male and their ejaculation, although they will demand multiple, swift orgasms from a male."

I groaned, not really taking it in, not as my heart pounded. There was a sweet scent in the air – kind of like those rich berries that I liked so much. I hadn't had them in some time and, even then, the aroma made my mouth water.

“This muscle can keep a male from pulling out," my mother explained as I worked my fingers more roughly into the raptor's sloppy cloaca. “They like to have their fill. Did you know that secretary birds and raptors, being bipeds and evolved, are sexually compatible?"

I grunted, licking the edge of my beak. My cock was so hard, even as my mother lazily worked her feathered fingers up and down. The black claws tipping her fingers were reminiscent of her talons and just how we had evolved as anthros.

“Mmm… Ah, yes?"

I tried to answer her, though there was a big part of me that didn't care one bit. Not at all, not in the slightest. I just wanted my mother to keep doing everything she was doing to me, even though the slide of her hand up and down my cock shouldn't have been anything special. Yet my length throbbed and pulsed within her light, expert grip like nothing ever before – and it was not as if I'd been touched before either.

I moaned and tried to rock into her hand, though I had to focus on the raptor too, as if my attention was constantly being, rather roughly, jerked back towards her. It felt like there was something around my beak that kept turning my head to her, the heat of her body seeping into mine until we were one and the same.

More, I needed more, all so very much more. I panted heavily, my beak hanging open even though I could only breathe through the nares on it – which were kind of like nostrils for a mammal. I rocked my hips a little and twisted from side to side, though I was still down on my knees.

“Think about how much you could give her," my mother said slowly, dragging out her words into a drawl that set my mind racing. “Her cloaca needs to be filled; you need to give her a clutch of eggs. You could do it so easily, sheathing this nice, thick length of yours inside her."

“Mm, mom… Yes…"

The words were truthful, leaping from my beak as my cock dribbled and the raptor let out a low, guttural croon, but they didn't feel right. There was still a sense of unease there, even as the carnal part of me begged for more, for the moment to be brought all the way to sweet, mind-numbing completion.

“Let yourself be coaxed by her muscles, rippling and massaging your length," my mother groaned, seemingly losing herself in the moment too. “Losing your seed inside one, joining the raptor pack. She'd bear your egg, many clutches of eggs, over and over… All for you."

The meaning behind my mother's utterances was there, even if her words came awkwardly, as if her sentences were breaking apart. But I wanted that too, as I wondered just what it would be like to push over her back, hugging her tail to my chest and ploughing into her. Would I even be able to move when her cloaca was gripping me tightly? I rather liked the thought of that, to be trapped and at her whim.

My mother's hand slid away as I stepped forward and met the raptor on the other side of the little outcrop of rock that we'd been at. It didn't matter, not as I moved like water flowing through the dream, my body no longer quite seeming to have the substance that it once had. She was there before me and bowed her front half all the way down to the ground, her back end shoved up high, her tail pushed out of the way.

It was as if she knew the exact position for me to take to mate her, for there was a difference between us that could not be denied. It took nothing at all to roll my hips forward – and my cock sank beautifully into her wet heat as she clung to me, muscles rippling around my cock to drag me deeper and deeper.

“Mmmm…"

I moaned and thrust harder, wanting to take control, yet that was not for me, no. She was the one who dragged my cock inside, bit by bit, and I was there solely to be prey to an overruling rush of pleasure.

It overpowered me like a tidal wave, as if it was crashing down on to me and dragging me out into the open ocean, a force of raw nature that could never submit to control. That was fine as I rolled along with it, tossed on the waves and hurled amongst the white froth of the ocean.

Orgasm rocked me to my core and I thrust and thrust, though I couldn't see anything anymore, not the raptor and not my mother. I just needed it in that moment, the overwhelming desire and the plunge of mind-blowing orgasm.

I woke suddenly, in a mess of cum. It soaked through my trousers and underwear, my cock out and hard. My hand was close to it, though I shoved the sheets of my mother's bed off me, cursing under my breath.

“Ah… Of all the times…"

I blushed heavily, feathers lifting on my cheeks as my body tried, just a little, to release heat, but there was no easy way to do that. My cock still ached, making an admittedly tantalising outline through my clothes, though I didn't dare even touch the obvious bulge. On my slim form, it looked huge.

Why did I dream about raptors like that? I thought, struggling up to do the necessary clean-up. It can't be me, it must be something to do with being in stasis. I've never been in stasis before, so… Yeah, it must have done something weird to me.

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I tried to push the dream from my mind as I went about my morning business, though the day was still very young. The air had that greenish tint to it that came around dawn and I checked out the windows, making my way through the entire ship once more, just to ascertain there was no one else there.

I turned on the emergency beacon, though it sent out signals to other ships that may be in the area: nothing visual. Anyone with Convasse tech or hooked into the signal would be alerted to it. I didn't think anyone was going to come, however, as that sense of “knowing" sank into my gut.

We had progressed, after all, as we'd involved. My mother didn't have a special ability, but my father had: the power of seeing. It would have been called “being psychic" if many years back, in our duller, more conventional history, but, in brief, I could see a little way into the past. It took a trigger and an item to hold to focus and, frankly, wasn't something I practised all that much.

But I had to try, even if I was only going to the nest. I packed up and set out with a clean set of clothes, following my mother's map.

It was not that far away – though the route took me from the jungle into a rockier area where a twisting path wound between outcrops and cave systems. Any one of them could have belonged to the raptors, though my mother's map led me to one shaped like a wheel, even if I was sure there was nothing like a wheel on that planet before we got there. It was just a happy accident.

A cave with a purple amethyst by the entrance – amazing that even that chemical compound and structure existed there – denoted the entrance to their nest, though I could not hear or see any raptors. They were quite vocal creatures, so I took that as a sign that everything was well and, at the very least, I could enter the nest system without being interrupted for a little while.

If only I'd seen how foolish it all was, how I was being drawn to the raptors, even in that moment.

Yet it was already too late for me.

And it was there that I found her. My heart sank the moment her white feathers came into view and I knew she'd gone. My mother lay on the ground, a nest of mess and wilted flowers under her – that didn't quite seem to fit – but her soul wasn't there anymore. The breath of life had left her and I knelt reverently by her body, numb to all that had come to pass.

Maybe it had been a lot more than two weeks or so that I thought I'd been in stasis. I swallowed hard, noting how her hands were folded gently in the middle of her stomach. She didn't have any clothes on, yet she was modest still. Even in that state, her feathers covered her cloaca.

It didn't feel strange. Not beyond knowing my mother was gone.

“You saved me, mom," I said quietly, tears prickling in the corners of my eyes. “I will escape for you."

I didn't want to think of her that way, but I crushed the emotion inside me, shoving it down where I didn't have to pay heed to the screech building in my aching chest. She was a trigger. She was something I could use to focus my mind, to look back.

So, I did, for it was easier to dip into the past than it was to look at her, my hands gently resting on her cold body.

I slipped into her past, seeing things as if through a haze. My powers were not all that refined, though I shook it off, watching her as she worked, as she studied, as she evaded the raptors.

Impressions pushed at me, pushing their way into my mind. Of warmth, of safety – of a raptor's thick cock. I shook myself as I watched, skin prickling, but there was nothing I could do. I was a mere passenger in the past and I shuddered bodily as a ripple ran through me. In that past, however, my physical form was not substantial and I was not present in the reality I was viewing.

There were voices, pushing in on my mind, but I didn't understand them. They spoke in another language – and yet they all seemed to be able to talk to each other, communicating with one another. I lingered there, watching my mother step forward, into the nest of the raptors. I avoided looking too closely at her, for she was naked, but the hazy sheen in her eyes didn't reassure me at all either.

Oh…

_ _

The raptors whispered to her – not one raptor but a hive mind. That was what the nuances and impressions were, pulling and twisting around my mind as I experienced just what my mother had experienced. My stomach lurched, something pulling me forward. However, as I was only seeing the past, as it had happened, so was not forced.

My mother was, however, and I knew then that the raptors were the reason for the strange happenings, even if it looked like we really had not had a chance in the slightest. Like my mother, who walked forward on light claws.

It was as if from a great distance away that I watched my mother be surrounded by raptors, myself only a passenger to something I should never have witnessed. She stroked them, pausing before a rich, purple raptor who was of the feathered variety, although, to my eye, they looked like they had a more wolf-ish muzzle.

It didn't matter, not as the raptor pushed her back to the ground over a pile of soft moss, though it didn't look deliberate. As I watched, the raptor slurped between her legs, seeming to deign her ready for breeding. He pushed over her, my mother on all fours, and mounted her roughly and crudely, hunching his back end down and around so his cock could more easily penetrate her. Their bodies were not designed to line up perfectly, but it twisted and pulsed as it slid into her, prehensile to some degree.

I shivered but didn't look away. At least, I owed my mother that. Even as she was pounded ruthlessly, the raptor cramming every inch of his thick shaft into her, making sure there were multiple orgasms.

And, still, I watched her being fucked, her cries echoing oddly. Maybe they would have been louder still if it had been the present moment, yet that was not to be. I was glad too that I didn't have to watch my mother being mounted in real life, even if, to me in that moment, I felt some of what she did, the heady pressure of a thick member grinding inside.

Shaking myself, I panted lightly, warmth swimming through my body. My skin prickled anxiously and I told myself that it was normal that I felt the past as if it was my reality. It was just a side effect of being able to see what was happening, back in that time.

Again and again, my mother screamed out her climax on the raptor's cock, sounding wilder, moment by moment. The scene seemed to speed up, showing her on her back with her legs spread, a slick deluge of cum pouring from her pussy. It was obvious just how many times the raptor had bred her, but he stood over her commandingly, dominating her easily as he rubbed his cock against her face and beak.

Her beak, however, was too small for him to push into as he cleaned his cock off on her feathers, allowing me to see just how it twitched and twisted. There was a manner of control in that cock that I could never achieve, even with my limited sexual experience.

My body warmed and I blinked, the scene moving on as I watched my mother's belly grow in pregnancy. It swelled obviously as she moved amongst the raptors, though she barely left the cave system – the nest. It was hard to see where she was in the network of caves claimed by the raptor pack, but at least I got to see her, the last days.

Eventually, she laid an egg into a large nest that was adorned with feathers and soft treats for the offspring. It took a lot of effort and pushing, all with her raptor mate nearby, keeping an eye on her. He didn't help her, however, but seemed to be taking a more calculating approach.

Once the egg was laid, he didn't spare a moment for my mother ever again, even in the aftermath when she was panting heavily and trying to recover.

Yet my mother's life did not continue for long after all that as she made her way into a familiar cave – and lay down just where I had found her, not far from the entrance. She formed the moss into a bed of sorts, though her movements came slowly and duller, as if she was losing her strength even then. Some of the raptors brought flowers, yet it was as if it was a sort of ritual for them – and the raptors appeared to be female, their bodies more muscular, even in a small way, than the males.

No one was there when my mother passed, slowly starving to death. Yet she didn't make any effort to save herself, controlled by something else.

I swallowed hard, letting the past go before I watched the last breath leave her body. The raptors had done it to her, taking away her free will, so she had no agency even in how she ended her life. If the raptors had just let her be, if they hadn't got into her head, perhaps she would have survived. She didn't look unhappy or unwell when the raptor was breeding her, so perhaps that could have been her life.

I came back to reality with tears in my eyes, my stomach plummeting. Yet the moment was not for me and I would grieve when I had the space and safety to do so.

Mom… Mom, I'm so sorry.

_ _

I brushed her forehead tenderly with the tips of my fingers, although there was no life left there. There was only a body and it was time I sent my thoughts up to wherever in the galaxy her spirit had gone.

Something scuffed over the ground and I stilled, heart pounding. Were the raptors back? Did I even have a chance to say a proper goodbye to my mother? And what if I never even had a chance to get out of there myself alive?

I pulled back – and then stepped forward. How had I even got up on my feet? That didn't make sense and my stomach churned sickeningly, as if knots were getting all twisted up inside my body.

Yet I was drawn there, one step after another, something leading me deeper and deeper into the caves. Scrapes and scuffles guided me on, even as a small voice in the back of my head screamed at me to leave, to go back, that I was doing wrong.

But I couldn't stop myself.

I'll be careful, I'll make sure they don't see me.

_ _

But it was never about the raptors not seeing me – not as I came upon them in the middle of an orgy. Even though the raptors could not breed with each other, according to my mother's notes, that didn't mean they couldn't have sex.

Bodies upon bodies twisted and writhed in throes of bliss. Some raptors were on their backs, allowing males to plough into their cloaca, while other females ground their vents against each other, sharing their dripping juices. Wherever I looked there were raptors – and I was hardly hidden at all.

My shaft ached, pushing slowly out of my cloaca, but I didn't pay it any mind. It wasn't important, not as I locked eyes with the most beautiful, feathered raptor I'd seen.

I forgot that they caused my mother's death, her feathers smooth and flat to her body, though the raptor had something of a crest on top of her head too. It looked just like mom's and I moaned, beak barely parting, even though I knew she heard me.

The raptor crooned and chattered, audible even over the cacophony of lust, and ground her cloaca back against a smooth stone, which was already dripping with arousal and sexual fluids. My heart pounded and I knew without truly knowing, the notion pushed into my mind by an outside source, that she was the raptor, however long ago that had actually happened, that my mother had laid the egg of.

It looked like I'd been in stasis for years…and there was no way to tell the truth of what had taken place. Yet I was turned on by her, a pearly bead of pre-cum drooling from the tip of my cock, as if it was so viscous that it didn't want to leave my cock as it rolled down the length, slowly, so very slowly. It couldn't go anywhere, of course, for my shaft was still trapped by my clothes, so the pre-cum soaked into them quickly instead. It didn't change anything.

No…

I wanted her… But there was something wrong with that in my mind. She was related to me, in a way! Yet that wasn't the sort of thing that seemed to matter on that planet as we connected, something electric zapping through the space between us.

I moaned again, fluttering my wings as feathers rippled down my body, trying to puff up. It was as if she was in my head – or I was in her body – for I could feel the stone itself that rubbed against her cloaca. It was strange, but the tight, tense pump of the raptor's hips kept her cloaca sliding smoothly over it, pleasuring herself, even though it was by no means enough.

More… I wanted more, she wanted more! My mind wavered, slipping away, but I clung to it desperately, even if it was like trying to hold water between my fingers. It was never destined to be my control as my cock ached terrifyingly and I longed for pleasure, that spark of release that burned on and on and on.

Yet I was empty inside – she was empty inside. The raptor, my mother's daughter, needed someone to fuck her, to fill her, and it had to be me. My stomach ached and I tried to pull back, but I stepped forward, slowly by surely, horrifyingly, closing the distance between us.

My cock was harder than ever, grinding through my trousers as if it was going to explode with the sheer fervour of my need, raptor cries echoing around the cave. Still, they were not noisy enough to overcome the wet slurp of their mating, the females clearly using their strongly muscled passages to wrap around and milk the males. There was pleasure, even if not breeding, to be had there, after all.

No… I've got to stop this, I can't let them take me too.

_ _

He thought hard, slowing his step, but he couldn't. Not as her voice entered my head.

You can, son, you can.

It was my mother. My heart panged to hear her voice, even if it was in my own head.

You've got to do it, take off your clothes, she urged – and I so badly wanted to do it for her, to let her lead me wherever it was she wanted me to go. She needs a real male to take her – though she will judge you first, my sweet. Show her your lust and let her judge you as a male. This is the raptor way.

_ _

Mom… Please, I begged inwardly, though it didn't feel like she was truly there, not in my mind, not really. Please… Don't. Don't.

_ _

I didn't know what I was begging for, though the raptor crossed the last couple of metres between us, eyeing me up shrewdly. It was as if she was taking her measure of me, but I wanted her. My cock throbbed for her, only for her, and I moaned again as she lowered her head, sniffing my legs and up to my cock.

I moved quickly, digging my short claws into my clothes and tearing, though it was as if someone else was controlling my body, forcing me into all kinds of positions. Yet I stripped myself of my clothes moment by moment until I was bare but for my feathers, my hard cock finally springing out from the bulge it had made in my clothes. My clothes, however, were snatched up by another raptor, lapping where that pre-cum drooled from my tip and marked the fabric.

She lapped up my cock now that it was revealed and I panted heavily, standing tall with my shoulder blades pushed back. I didn't feel proud at all, but I was put in the position of a proud breeding stud, cock throbbing and drooling.

Yet the raptor did not mind that in the slightest, apparently, a little smaller than I was and turning around to present her cloaca to me. It was at a good height for me to push into her, though my eyes were all that dropped to her vent.

Do it… My mother coaxed, warmth and love enveloping me. This is your destiny, son. You can do it. Take her. She's going to be so tight around you, she is going to feel like the best thing you've ever had sex with. There will never be another cloaca that feels better than hers.

_ _

Take her. For she is your mate. Let your seed take root deep within her womb, finding her fertile eggs. It is time for you to breed and for her to bear you strong hatchings too, all for the good of the pack.

_ _

I shook my head, but I didn't say anything, not as I rolled my hips forward. My mind screamed and yet the thrum of pleasure that ran through me the moment the head of my cock touched her cloaca forced that voice away. Her tail lifted high and I deliriously ground my cock inside, a breathy sob breaking my beak.

It was everything I had never known sex could be, her muscles closing around me, rippling and pulling. The raptor dragged my length inside her more than me actually thrusting, although there was no possible way I could pull out the moment I drove inside her. She had me just where she wanted me and, whatever happened next, I was along for the ride.

Around me, the raptors themselves still moaned and groaned in climax, the scent of sex and feathers and earthen, spicy bodies colouring the air. A reptile-like raptor crouched down for another to mount her, his shaft driving deep, though he barely thrust back and forth as she took control of the moment, despite the position.

All I knew was the feel of her cloaca gripping me, however, though need pooled in the pit of my stomach. I fucked her, trying my best to follow instinct – and tried to stop at the same time. My lower back ached terribly, yet the moment the thought entered my mind it was gone again.

Aches and pains didn't matter anymore, not as I thrust and tried to please her, my mind fogging over. All there was for me was the raptors. I needed them and they needed me – I needed her. She crooned to me, looking back with a glint in her eye, though I swore there was a spark of my mother in her eyes too. Her feathers were purple with white struck through, reminding me of the white on my mother's body, as well as my own. There was something more avian about her feet too, though they were still raptor-like claws at a glance.

For a moment, I wondered what the offspring to come from her egg would look like, yet I eased away. It was harder and harder to think, though I looked out through my eyes like a passenger in my body. But it was not all that bad, not as heat swamped me, burning all the way through.

“Mmmph…"

That grunt was the only sound I felt I could make in the moment, rolling my hips and spreading my feet apart a little further for balance. I found a place for my hands on her hips, her tail swinging as it “thwapped" up against my chest, the tip pushing over my shoulders.

She even smelled a little like my mother and that was what kept me going.

Your hatchlings are going to be beautiful.

_ _

My mother soothed and comforted me, though I didn't mind it all that much anymore. It was the right place to be, where I needed to be, and I drove into her, even as the rippling, pulling massage around my cock brought me closer and closer to the edge. It felt like we'd been mating for a very long time, however, though I had no concept of time.

Hadn't my mother said something about ejaculations? That she needed me to cum, that she needed me to fill her?

Yes… My thoughts hazed over and I grunted, not understanding what I'd read or even caring all that much anymore. Yes, it would be much better when I filled her, when ropes of hot cum flowed into her. I had never cum that hard before, but I wanted more, to feel pleasure untold, to be encased in the hive mind and nest of the raptors forevermore.

I held back, however, even if I didn't understand it, eyes watering and beak parted. There was too much going on as I thrust and the raptor struck her foot into the ground, growing impatient with me. Her tail curled against my neck and I sobbed brokenly, a heaving wrench aching through my chest. Yet it didn't belong there.

Our connection was not to be broken.

You're here to give her everything, every drop, every moment of your life, my mother told me – and I agreed with her, that last shattered part of my mind sealed away. Let her take your seed. Now is the time. You need to cum and cum again.

_ _

So, I did. I let it happen, succumbing to the might of the raptors. With a screech, I climaxed inside her, spilling my seed in short, juddering thrusts, barely even moving an inch back and forth. I didn't need to either as she climaxed too, muscles clenching roughly around my cock, holding me in place, though it was not as if I was going to pull out of her either.

Not as seed flowed from me and splattered into her textured cloaca, thoughts pushing in against my own. It was not only one mind in my head anymore, but many, the hive mind taken over.

I didn't need my own thoughts anymore as the raptor's need clawed at me, the raptor in control even though I was the one on top. The notion of one thing alone rang through my head.

Mate.

_ _

She wanted me to be her mate. So, I was her mate. And I would be her mate, all for as long as she would have me.

In a raptor connection, my life was not my own. And I liked that, beak parted in a beatific smile, soft energy flowing through my body.

There, I was whole.

And it would not even matter if I was not, for the raptors had me and used me exactly as they pleased.

In connection, the pack claimed me.