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John really didn’t know what he was going to do. He was in trouble, he knew that much. The whole park was, really, but he also wasn’t the whole park. He wasn’t a visitor or security, he was just a handler. Though perhaps the handling part was what was saving him somewhat.

It had been nearly a week since something went wrong. Security went down, some of the dinosaurs escaped, and this Jurassic Park had fallen to the same problems that plagued the others. Thankfully, some genius had planned for situations like this. At least they had for the guests. There were escape plans, coordinators, and all that jazz. They’d even devised wonderful plans for the staff too. Every building had escape rooms, there were safe houses, and more. All sorts of places where someone could escape to in the case of an emergency. Why, they even had backup power at every building. All to power the wonderful high tech doors.

Except no one had accounted for what to do if someone was out in the field.

Well, that’s a lie. They had accounted for that. It was mostly: get in a vehicle, get to one of the safe houses, or get to the main complex. They’d even accounted on the doors locking themselves if they lost power. No more magnetic locks that failed because power went out. With the slight issue there of, locking people out of the buildings.

Not that he could have gotten to the building to begin with. His personal vehicle had a confluence of bad luck. Between the steady, slow leak in the tire and the flood waters from the storm? He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get someone out to you.” He muttered as he paced outside, keeping an eye out for any stray dinosaurs. Last thing he wanted was to have a rex or something else wander across him. At the very least this park had done the smart thing and isolated the predatory dinosaurs more. Though that lead to the problem that he was a predatory dinosaur handler.

A predatory dinosaur handler that specialized in raptors

A predatory dinosaur handler that specialized in raptors he lived with.

A predatory dinosaur handler that specialized in a pack of raptors.

He cast a sidelong glance at one of the park’s ‘velociraptors’ that was padding nearby. Cilo swung her head around to look at him and chuffed. He responded with his own chuff and stretched his head out, uttering a groan towards her. She padded up and leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his arm before padding off again. “Making me nervous every time now,” he breathed out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

A week ago he’d have said he trusted the pack as much as he could. Not only had he hand-raised them, but he’d been there since they hatched. He knew their body language. When to avoid them, when to approach, and they trusted him as a member of the pack. Though now he was wondering how long that would last. There was only so much meat in the freezer back at his complex. Yes, he did have solar and he could lock them out of his area. So there was all that. By all rights, he could just bolt and get out of here. There was a network of tunnels connecting all the complexes.

The pumps failed during the storms. He’d gotten the door open, but it was all flooded there.

A noise broke him out of his thoughts.“Huff,” breath puffed against his neck and it took all he had not to leap.

John reached back and wiggled his fingers at the muzzle. Thalia licked at his fingers and padded up to his side. She was the largest of the pack, and looked to have been putting on a bit of muscle the last couple weeks. Stranger was her feathered crest and the plume on her tail. They’d gotten more colorful as well. A sign of maturation? She leaned against him with a low, thrumming noise. Waiting for the obligatory pat to her sides and a, “Sneaky girl,” from him before she padded past. Bumping her tail off his side and making the man stagger some. She looked back and chuffed at him again, almost mocking how he’d laugh.

Tell anyone else just how clever they were and they might laugh him off. The raptors couldn’t do tricks, he wasn’t some 20th century tamer.

In reality, it was more just letting people see them with enrichment activities, watching how he interacted, and the rare hunt. Though he hated the hunts. Seeing the pack chase down some poor goat was rather terrifying. Certainly not something they did while children was around. Even if it was just nature being nature.

Though that had the unintended side effect now where they were competent at getting their own food. With the gates open and creatures on the loose, it was no surprise. He did keep an eye on the pack. Each had a transmitter buried in it and there were radio towers all over the park. With power out in a great many places, he had dead zones.

Taking a breath, he made his way to his entrance and slipped in. The doors were solid, physical locks, and air locked for safety. Which meant he had a small, but functional, mudroom of sorts. Most of his living space was a work space though. Computers, backups, lab stuff for when those sorts came around, and a freezer for meat. He had his own kitchen and dry stock pantry. Enough supplies there for feed a dozen people for a week plus. So he had enough for just him. Water was from the rainwater collector, which was full up, and passed through filters. Solar would keep his lights and a going. Even if he had to monitor and manage it. There was enough battery for a few days at least.

"And yet they couldn't give me a spare tire and air filters." John sighed and shook his head. A noise made him glance up. Cilo was in the raptor's side of the building. He had a, rather sturdy, see-thru wall between him and their 'natural cave lair' that had been built for them. Cilo chuffed at him again and paced along the wall, rubbing her side against the lexan. "And then they abandoned me with some needy goobers." He wiggled his fingers towards her and the raptor chuffed again. She had always been rather closely bonded to him. The first to come up for pets. First to curl into his lap, even as she got large enough to rest her head on his shoulder. Seeing her in the nest wasn't unusual, since she liked to stay near him. While the others would roam their area, and some liked to be around him, Cilo was never too far off.

John breathed out another sigh and went to the freezer. Cilo perked up some as he opened it up, but seemed to understand it wasn't feeding time. She'd seen him take inventory often enough. "So what do you think I should do, Girl? Hmm?" Fingers danced over vac packed slabs and chunks of meat. "Find a motorcycle somewhere and go riding cross country to get back to the base?" She snorfed at him and turned her head to nibble at her own flank. "Yeah, that would be silly. No, best bet is to keep the radio going. Remind them that I'm here."

As he said that, his eyes darted to the shortwave radio. They'd told him to sit on a certain channel and wait. With everyone else in trouble, they didn't want to clog up the bands. So far, they'd been good about a nightly check I with him. See how he's doing for supplies, make sure he hasn't been eaten, the usual. Strange how such an extreme measure could just become routine.

A cough at the lair door. He and Cilo looked up to see Thalia at the entry. She coughed again and stretched her head out in a trilling cry. Cilo muttered and looked at him, "Go on," he waved, "I'll be here." Thalia bark/coughed and Cilo grumbled at the other raptor before following. "Hunt or patrol?" he mused to himself. Wondering if they were out to get some chow, or just securing their area again. "Probably patrol. They'd taken down that iguandon a couple days ago. Still should have plenty of that left." Poor ol Sally had wandered into the area through a break in the fence. Probably scared half out of her mind before the pack brought her down.

Such was nature though. Just had to make sure he wasn't going to end up in the dinner list. He breathed out another sigh and looked down through the meat. Counting them out while thinking about what he should fix for his own dinner.

"Station two oh six. Come in two oh six."

John looked up from his dinner, wiped his hands, and grabbed the mic. "Two oh six here."

"Status?"

He glanced towards the den wall, the pack was still out. "About as good as I can be. Supplies should last a few more weeks. Local power has been steady. Tire still flat on the truck, I haven't dared try and overland to another vehicle. The raptors are currently out..." he glanced towards the laptop screen, "side of my local tracker range. They have been roaming some, but return to their den daily. I suspect they are securing territory and possibly hunting."

A moment of silence. He could just imagine the suits on the other end saying all kinds of colorful things. If the operator had one nearby that is. "It is advised to keep a better watch on them. However, hunting is allowed currently. If they become hostile towards you, you are cleared to use the Black Pack." John glanced towards the easy-to-reach cabinet. There were a couple of them around the living space. Inside was a transmitter, designed to activate the kill capsule inside the tracker. As well as a rather large handgun and rifle. Everyone that worked with the animals was trained in how to use them. He felt the pit in his stomach at that thought.

"However, such actions shouldn't be necessary. We estimate we will be able to get a helicopter to you within two weeks. That is if we don't get the systems back online before then. Staff is currently using remote access to try and lock down what they can." A little sigh, another moment, "There is possibly another... Issue that could come up before then."

"Fantastic, all open for more issues." John stabbed a carrot, "What's this problem? You need me to watch the Rex while I'm out here?"

"Nothing so drastic, keep to the raptors. However," the operator trailed off but didn't turn off the mic. He could hear them muttering to someone on the other end. After a moment, there was an annoyed, "Fine!" then their attention shifted back to him, "It seems that the planned breeding tests were scheduled for this week. The raptors' feed had already been altered. The females of the pack, so all of them, should be receptive before the week is out. This increase in hormones might cause them to become more aggressive, so be warned."

John's eyes widened at that. He'd forgotten all about the tests. To be fair, he'd had a lot on his plate the last few days. A few years back, the gene techs had cooked up a few male raptors. He wasn't sure if it was on accident, conditions in the incubator, or what. They'd tried to raise the pack to see how they went, but once they reached maturity... Well, it had been better to dispose of them. However, the geniuses had secured and stored semen from the males. Samples which were sitting in the deep freeze alongside all the meat.

"Station two oh six, do you copy?"

John sighed and rubbed his eyes, "I copy. Just try to get a helicopter or something here quick. I don't care if you guys use a trebuchet to launch a tire my way."

That got a chuckle, "Roger, Two oh six. We'll work something out with the barbarians."

And that was it. The channel fell back to the low hum of the background noise. It'd be silent until this time tomorrow. He kicked back and poked at his food. "Wonderful," he mused to himself, "Not only do I have a pack of teeth and claws attached to smart predators, but they're going into season soon. So I'll be the only male around a bunch of teeth and claws." He didn't know what all the gene hackers had used with the raptors. He did know it was a glued together mess that worked and looked somewhat how people would expect. Hells, they'd only just started adding feathers to them. The girls didn't have much there, just a bit of a head crest and a tuff on their tails. So had to be some sort of big bird in there, maybe. Not one he could pin down, but if they had any emu in them at all, he was in trouble. Those fuckers liked humans as potential mates. Worse than that, he did know how birds could get when worked up. If your average parrot got all hormonal and frustrated, well there would be a bite or two. Likely some blood or worse if they were really worked up. He didn't even want to think of what could happen with the girls.

A noise made him look up. It wasn't the 'you're ignoring me' sort it whine. No, that sounded like the 'I'm hurt' whimper he hadn't heard too often. John hopped to his feet and clicked on the lights in the den.

Cilo stood near the wall, giving him some rather pitiful eyes. One leg was held up and he could see blood trailing off her thigh. "Ah shit, Cilo..." John leapt to his feet and started for the dividing door before stopping. He could treat them, they all trusted him. The number of ripped claws, thorns in feet, and so forth that he'd treated was beyond count. He'd even stitched up a couple bad cuts before. Except he'd always had a team with him then. A vet to help back him up, keep the rest of the pack clear while he worked. Right now it was just him.

Another whine, the sound of claws scratching off the plexiglass. Cilo fixed him with a look that struck him deep. Her eyes seeming to question why he wasn't helping her.

"Stop," he hissed to himself, "you're just anthropomorphizing her. Adding more thought and emotion into it than is actually there."

He couldn't help himself, he'd raised the pack and they were practically family to him. A quick glance told him Cilo was the only one in the lair. He looked from her to the medical table and back. "Ah... Fuck."

Cilo padded closer as he approached the entry door. He had a way into their lair, of course he did. There were several for cleaning, medical checks, and more. She stayed back as he opened the first door, hesitated, and flicked a switch to override the safeties. It would log a computer report, but without the island's network, it wouldn't go far. Propping the door open, he rushed to the other and opened it. Cilo stepped forward and whined at him, shoving her head right against his chest for comfort. "Cilo, baby, what happened?" She whined and trilled, almost as if she understood. Likely she recognized the tone and knew he was comfort. "Come on. Table." He stepped side and the raptor limped, swayed, and almost fell against the wall. He had to hurry to support her, letting her lean against him as they hobbled to the exam table. Cilo climbed onto it like she'd been trained and watched as John rushed to secure both doors. Last thing he wanted was to have another raptor get curious and wander in.

Cilo watched as he came back and pushed. She rolled to her side with a whine, stretching her leg out and laying back. It was a nasty gash in her thigh. Easily six, seven inches long. Didn't look like anything major had been hit, but it was still bleeding. "Okay, I'm gonna need you to stay still, Cilo." regular procedure was to tranq dart and have a team haul them in. He'd also trained them to get up onto the table and to lay down when he pushed. Real handy for regular checkups. But it was just him.

John grabbed the medical cart and wheeled it over. There were plenty of supplies, including a handful of darts. Each measured out and quick acting. "Okay, this is going to pinch," he ran his hand over Cilo's head and neck. She whined and whimpered at him. The barked and jerked as he jabbed the dart into her thigh. Surprisingly, she didn't leap up and try to scramble off. Instead, just laid on the table and whined some more. At least for the few seconds before the tranquilizer hit. Then she dropped flat to the table and just groaned. "And she's out."

Cleaning and treating the wound was easy. As big and dangerous as a raptor was, once they were darted, even by hand, it was like any other predator. He did examine the wound. Claw mark maybe, hard to tell, but it was easy enough to irrigate and clean. Then it was just stapling the wound shut. He could stitch, but the staples were made for the dinosaurs. Sturdy, made to fall out after a couple weeks. They were some sort of biopolymer something or other. "Very expensive, spared no expense." He sighed as he worked quickly. Closing it up cleaning her hide, and the bandaging. Which the bandages were a greenish gray, similar enough to her hide that the guests wouldn't notice. Strong enough to, hopefully, ward off other curious raptors. They'd had to add a slight bittering agent to the outer layers after the others chewed one bandage off.

All told, it was less than twenty minutes from darting to done. John breathed a relieved sigh and went to wash up. Then he remembered something very important.

How was he going to get her back into the lair?

She was a doped up raptor, as tall as he was at the shoulder, but longer than he was tall. Several hundred pounds of muscle, teeth, and claw. There was no way he would be able to just shoulder her and carry her back to the nest. "Stupid, fucking stupid," he clapped his palm off his forehead.

Until she sobered up, he'd had to leave her here. In the living quarters with him.

John looked over the large, open concept floor plan. The only doors lead; downstairs to the flooded basement, to the lair, outside, or the bathroom. He really didn't feel like trying to sleep in the shower.

So it boiled down to one question. How much did he trust Cilo and their bond?

"Okay, okay just calm down. Breathe for a minute." He took a breath and paced some, "You've napped with them before. Lazy days in the sun, just flopped down and laid your head on their side. Guests loved that. There's been the couple times in the lair too. Not to mention when they were younger." Each of those times he had backup, a team, or it was only for a few minutes. "Think it through. She has enough sedative for a couple hours. If I turn the lights all off, she'll probably sleep all night long. Then I the morning, we herd her outside. Yeah," he stopped and nodded, "Yeah, that should work. Makes complete sense and nothing can go wrong. Just keep telling yourself that."

John went around his living quarters and turned off every light source. He wanted it as dark as possible, try to mimic the cave interior. He couldn't tuck Cilo into a nest, but he did tuck some spare blankets around her and lowered the table down. Didn't want her rolling over and falling off. One by one, he shut the lights off until it was pitch black. He knew the layout well and he kept his space tidy. He could walk around the space blindfolded and not hit anything. Yet his mind couldn't shake the idea that he had a raptor right here. In the living space with him. He could hear Cilo's even breathing as he stripped his clothing off. Listened to her soft snores after he'd showered. Then was greeted by little trills and snorts as he slid into the sheets.

"There is a deadly predator thrifty feet away. It's fine, they're always thirty feet away, just usually on the other side of a wall." He took a slow breath, "They'd never tried to break the wall down. I fact, Cilo's nest is against the wall. You're safe, you're fine, it's okay. It's all ooookay."

Maybe if he told himself enough times, he'd convince himself.

John took a breath and closed his eyes. He was keenly aware of Cilo’s presence in the same room as him. Her quiet breathing only interrupted by the occasional whimper. Off in the distance, he could hear other calls. Barks and cries somewhere far beyond the cavern. Any other night, ht might find them comforting. Tonight though? Well, there was only so much comfort he could have. His fingers twitched, itching to dive for the safe that lay beside the bed. Knowing that there was the handgun in there. He almost reached for it, thinking he could tuck it under his own pillow for safety. “And then blow my own head off by accident.” No, he was a light enough sleeper, and he did trust the raptors.

Mostly.

Taking another breath, he grabbed a pillow and did his best to fall asleep. At the very least, he could close his eyes and take a break. Even if he didn’t sleep, the act of trying to rest would do something. Maybe he could sit and think about what to do. Tending an injured raptor by himself could be risky. Would the rest of the pack reject her? They hadn’t had a chance to test that yet. Each time one of the members got hurt, they would isolate and limit their movement. They had a whole pen set aside just for that. Maybe he could get Cilo over there and keep an eye on her.

John woke to the sound of movement. He must have dozed off because when he opened an eye, it was several hours later. Ears strained against the darkness as he held himself as still as possible. Then he heard it, the sound that woke him. A little, shuffling step, whine, and then the scrape of claws off tile. It came closer, the source bumping off something and hissing. He didn’t open his eye, barely dared to breath. His hand eased under his pillow, angling towards that safe. Each shuffling step made his heart leap and a chill race up his spine. He could sense the movement in the dark.

“Chuff,” Cilo puffed towards him. He felt hear breath wash against him a second later. A sniff, another shuffle, then his mattress shifted as Cilo put a foot on the edge and tested it. His heart began to race as she sniffed at his linens. Across and then up to his exposed head. Snuffling at him some before, “Chuff,” and the creak of his bed as she put more weight onto it. She was getting closer. He had to do something, had to think of something. He had to, NOW!

“Cilo,” he waved a hand at the snifflng nose, “down, it’s nap time.” The sniffing stopped, he could picture her tilting her head one way then the other. How her feathers lifted and exaggerated the tilt. “Down,” he waved his hand, “sleep.”

A huff this time, some grumbling. His mattress buckled as the raptor stepped up with her other foot. Trying to balance on the soft surface. John held his breath as she circled, kicked up the sheets a little, then settled down beside him. “Huff,” she breathed, then fully rolled onto her side and threw her full weight against him. Neck arching as she all but threw her head onto his chest.

Relief surged through John and he rolled over slowly. Cilo was wiggling to get comfortable with her leg. She stilled as his hand touched her side. Those annoyed little noises transitioning to a light purr. Just the quietest of trills as she pressed back to him. He breathed an actual sigh of relief as he let his arm drape against her. Using the very tips of his nails to scratch her her as they settled. This certainly wasn’t in the plan at all. Curled up in bed with a predator tucked right there beside him? One that was actively thrumming with happiness? Well, at least he got to be the big spoon.

That set the tone for the next couple days. In the morning, he’d been alive, Cilo had been tucked up with him, and his bed sheets had only mildly suffered from her testing claws. She’d had him pinned under her head, nose tucked against his chin and breathing against his neck. The rest of the pack had been waiting at the wall when the sun rose. They seemed curious, and Cilo had somehow seemed smug that she was in his bed. After some thought, he’d let the others in. Mel had rushed in to check Cilo. Which made the other raptor hiss and snap, driving her back from the bed. Rato had taken a slower approach, making a noise he was certain was a laugh at her sister. Thalia had been the last to come in. The larger raptor taking her time in examining, walking around the living space, then coming up to check on Cilo. Cilo grumbled some and stretched out, dropping onto the bed dramatically. Thalia had chuffed, turned, and puffed at John’s hair. Then she’d barked at the others and padded back out through the lair door. Rato and Mel had hesitated, but followed after.

After the second day of this, he’d just propped both doors open. Completely against policy, but he was wholly in uncharted territories now. What he didn’t tell the main office couldn’t hurt him. He was trusting the bond he’d forged with them a bit more now. Just had to keep aware of their body language.

John watched as the pack left. “So what are they up to?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips. Cilo muttered some and threw her head back onto a pillow. “Uh huh, you don’t wanna talk do you? I bet you’re going to get all lazy now aren’t you?” She opened her maw and vocalized some sort of warbling noise. “Oh don’t play poor wounded me.”

He took a breath, “I should check on your wound. Side.” Cilo whined, rolled her head dramatically, but did as he asked. John pulled over the small medical kit and carefully peeled back the bandages. “Closing up, no sign of infection.” He let his fingers hover over the wound. Didn’t want to touch it or probe too much. Cilo might trust him, but if he hurt her, she would snap. Had learned that the hard way. Satisfied, he put some ointment on the wound, wrapped it with new gauze, and sighed. “Okay, I need to take your temperature.”

Cilo knew the routine by know, especially as he got the thermometer. She’d had it happen enough she knew it wasn’t painful. Though it didn’t meant she wouldn’t grumble and gripe at him. This time though, as soon as his hand came down to her hip, she pushed her rear back into his hand and arched the base of her tail. “That’s my good girl, Cilo.” It was a simple instant read thermometer. He just had to push it into her vent and get a temp. Matter of seconds and he’d jot it down.

Except this time, when he brought his hand down, he noticed something. The raptor’s vent was swollen. Not like infected swollen, but a whole other type. A light touch made Cilo trill and push back. The motion made her rub against his fingers just so, parting those folds. Just inside, the flesh was reddened, glistening, and warm to the touch.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath. They’d warned him she’d be going into season. He’d even seen it before. None of the dinosaurs were spayed or neutered. Some of the vet techs had explored the idea. Corporate types didn’t want that. ‘What if we want to engage in a naturalized breeding program?’ they had wailed. Translation: what if we want baby dinosaurs for the tourists. Instead, they’d opted for hormonal suppressants and limiting interaction when an animal wanted to… engage.

Not that he had a similar choice right now. If she was already in the mood, then he was somewhat limited in choices. Not like he could just choose to ignore her and disengage. Couldn’t exactly walk away and ignore her for a few hours. Especially not when she was on his bed, shuffling around. Instead, maybe if he just acted clinical about things?

In went the thermometer. Cilo chuffed and wiggled, pushing her hips back some. Those lips pulled apart a little more and exposed more of her inner lips to him. His nose twitched as he picked up some aroma. A new note to her scent that was faintly coppery. Not blood, but it had to be her own pheromones. He found himself staring at her for a moment. Watching how her flesh twitched. The way her body began to glisten and grow warmer. How she…

He shook his head. “Obsession by raptor,” he breathed out through his mouth. Checking her temp and getting up to go note it down. Leaving Cilo on the bed, huffing at him.

At his workstation, he noted down everything. Time, state of her injury, body temp, and the note that it seemed she was starting her season. Then his mind began to wander to the samples in the freezer. Eyes flicked to Cilo, she’d sprawled out on her side and was making the most dramatic noises. “Wonder if they mixed any husky into your DNA to make you more vocal. Would explain the dramatics.” That only made Cilo vocalize at him more. Almost like she was mirroring him, playing with him.

He chuckled and shook his head, eyes scanning over the cached emails. He looked at the trackers, the rest of the pack was out doing whatever they did. Would likely return by dark. All before they slid to one. ATTN: Breeding Program.

John looked over at Cilo again. Back to the computer. In a few days, he’d likely be helicoptered out. Maybe he’d be back in a week, maybe he’d never see them again. They wouldn’t understand, couldn’t understand. Just like how she couldn’t understand why he’d be avoiding her right now. Well, in theory there were things he could do, but; “Ah yeah, finger my raptor until she cums. That’ll be the day.” Although, if he used the samples, and if they were still viable, then within a day or so her symptoms should subside. Then, even if he left, she and the others could be a happy pack of females. “Have a second island all over again,” he muttered.

Still though. This was directives from up above. Maybe he could do it, and then they’d ignore the protocol. See his reports and the bond he’d built with his girls. Ship him back here as soon as they could get everything going. At the very least, he could open the email and read what they wanted.

“Dear Doctor John, blah blah,” he began to scan the letter. Ears pricked at the sound of claws on tile and he glanced over. Cilo was padding up slowly, sniffing at him. He lifted his hand and she immediately tucked her muzzle against it, accepting the gentle head rubs. Back to the email, he read over it. Procedures on how to handle and inseminate. The tools were already included and ready. It wasn’t until the last paragraph that he stopped, hand resting on Cilo. “We are unsure if the raptors are induced ovulators or not. We suggest varying methods for each specimen. We suggest one via direct injection. One with manual stimulation… and one with... Included are tools to… stimulate the…”

He leaned back, “What the fuck? They want me to use a vibrator on you girls?” Cilo looked up and sniffed at him. Nudging his hand some more. He went back to rubbing her muzzle, trying to distract himself. They couldn’t possibly have meant for him to use a vibrator on her. Certainly didn’t want him to try finger banging the raptor! Except they did, it was literally in the email.

He looked towards Cilo. She was purring, nuzzle his hand and nibbling at his fingers. Every motion was so gentle, so tender almost. She caught him looking and tilted her head. Pushing past his hand to lean up and puff at his face. Muzzle mere inches from his. She tapped her nose to his and trilled.

No, she couldn’t be flirting with him. That was just her normal play boop. He nudged her back and shook his head. “Been too long since I’ve been with a woman, a human woman.” He chuckled and stroked her neck. Running fingers down her neck and flanks as he rubbed his cheek to hers. “It’s not like you could just consent to me…” Cilo nudged him harder with a lower purr. She rubbed her neck into his chest, then turned, swinging her rear around. Tail almost banging off his side as she brought herself around. Looking over her shoulder, she trilled at him curiously.

Could she consent?

That question bothered him more than it should. Could a raptor consent to this? She was certainly smarter than she let on. All the raptors were shockingly clever. Not just in pattern recognition, but in how they interact with him and others. He’d seen Thalia tease other handlers. Giving chase when they got into the pen, but not in a hunting way. Mel liked to play innocent then steal clipboards, pens, phones, whatever she could get her naughty claws on. Rato loved to try and mimic how people talked. Walking right up to someone having a conversation and then matching their tone and cadence. Cilo? Oh she was the most devious of all.

And here she was, tail up and rear pushed back. Her cloaca on full view for him. Clearly presenting to him and clearly wanting something.

He brought his hand down to her hip. Nails just scratching the base of her tail. She trilled in response and lifted her tail higher, swinging it up and pushing her hips back. As his fingers trailed down around her tail base, she shivered. By the time his fingers brushed near her vent, she was all but shaking with anticipation. Tail hiked, hips pushed back, folds plainly swollen, and glistening. Worse, John felt a distinct tightness growing in his own pants. Was he getting turned on by this, could he…

Cilo trilled and groaned as he rubbed her outer lips. Fingers spread her open enough for his finger to push in. She… gasped? As he felt just how warm and slick she was. No, he couldn’t do this, she was just an animal. She was operating on base instinct and…

“Cilo,” she trilled back at him, throwing her head back and looking at him upside down, “bed.” He waved a hand towards the bed. The raptor huffed at him, snapping her jaws. It almost felt like she was pouting as she shuffled across the living space. “Can’t believe I’m even considering this…” John muttered. But he was already gathering supplies. A sperm sample from Subject 1525, a cassou, and his courage.

As curious as she might have been, Cilo had listened and just hopped onto the bed. She watched as he approached. John kept his movements calm and smooth, loading the sample into the syringe. It would take a few minutes before he could actually use it. A few minutes to, well, stimulate Cilo.

“Can’t believe I’m even thinking of this,” he said to no one. “Then again,” John looked over at Cilo as she tilted her head one way then the other. “How many guys could claim they actually fucked a dinosaur?” Not that he’d ever tell anyone. Maybe on his deathbed. How metal would that be? As he stripped his shirt off, a half-remembered factoid came to mind. He didn’t know if it was true, just that he’d seen it somewhere on the internet years and years before. Something about how, in ancient times, young men would show how brave they were by trying to have sex with a crocodile. Probably one of those made up things, but he wandered what they’d think of this.

Cilo twisted her head to watch as he threw his shirt off. She gave it a curious sniff before turning to him. He let her lean in and sniff at his bare chest. Muscled and tanned from working outdoors most of the day. She breathed out a little trill. Then her attention sank as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. He could hear the excitement as her nose shoved right against his groin and the raptor sniffed. “Careful,” he laughed nervously, “that meat isn’t for eating.”

Between his own thoughts and her curious nudging, he was already sporting a half-chub. Something that only got worse as he stripped his underwear off and exposed himself. Cilo purred, shoving her nose right against his balls. Worry surged for just a beat before she took a deep whiff. John gasped as air rushed around his privates. Cilo purred, gave his balls a curious lick, and nudged his erection with her nose. All but going cross-eyed as she looked at his growing length. John held still as she examined him with little sniffs. Then a curious lick along his shaft. Tongue tracing over his length and up to the tip. He bit back a gasp and held still as she explored him.

Not for long. A few sniffs and a couple licks was all the raptor needed before she turned. She dropped lower this time. Nearly pressing her chest to the bed, crouching somewhat as she swung her tail up. Cilo voiced something that sounded like an eager moan as his hand came down on her haunch again. Nails scratching over her hide prompting her to hike her tail more.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” his heart was in his throat as he stepped forward. Cilo muttered some sort of noise, as if saying she couldn’t believe he was taking so long.

His mouth was dry as he leaned over her. Positioning himself was awkward. Her tail was thick and in the way. She shifted at a touch, leaning more to one side. “Going right from begin agast at the thought of even fingering her to this.” John looked down as he gripped his cock. The blunt tip of his length nudged her entrance. “What am I thinking?” She was so warm, so slick, body parting as his tip rested against her. Cilo’s muscled shivered under his hand, holding herself for him and waiting.

No going back now. He bit his lower lip and watched as his cock vanished into her body. John hissed as her warmth wrapped around him. No woman he’d ever been with had been this hot before. Cilo dropped her head more and groaned. It might have been his imagination, but that sounded like a happy groan.

Fanciful thinking.

His first thrust was slow, hesitating. Cilo whined as he pulled back, then groaned as he pushed in. She actually threw her head and barked when his hips clapped off hers. John ground his teeth and leaned over her. Shivering as her warmth baked into his body. Her excitement almost soaking his balls as she pushed back into him. He actually had to take a moment to just breath as he stood there, half-balanced on the bed behind this raptor.

The position was awkward. Not fully doggy, having to maneuver around her tail and manage it. All while she pushed up and back, claws tearing into his bedding, reminding him just how dangerous she was. Yet he couldn’t stop himself. Hands danced from her hips to her back, hunching over her. Cilo dropped her front down and hiked her rear higher for him. Her silky smooth, burning insides soaked his cock as he leaned over her. Body clapping off hers with deeper groans.

Faster, harder. His own body screamed at him. Fuck her until she’s screaming your name! Didn’t matter that she couldn’t talk to him. She could squirm and writhe under him though. She did just that. Tail clapping off his side as she wiggled her haunches back into him. It was awkward, and she was strong. Each push nearly lifted him off his feet. John growled at her and shoved her front down more. Cilo seemed to like that, tongue rolling from her maw as she panted. Squeaking with his quick thrusts. Trembling under and around him. He couldn’t stop himself, Didn’t want to.

Cilo let out a noise that was somewhere between a pant, a purr, and a roar. The noise warbled from her as she trembled under him. John growled and rocked his hips against hers. There was almost no warning before his climax. None of the usual building of tension, or maybe there had been. He might have just missed it in the frantic throws of raw, animal lust. Throwing himself against her, he almost snarled as he came. Painting Cilo’s virginal insides with his own seed. The first human, first creature, to fill a dinosaur in eons.

“Huff.”

John did jump as breath puffed against his neck. He reached back and twisted, finding Thalia behind him. “Sneaky girl.”

There was something off though. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something in the way Thalia was lurking behind him, that expression on her face. He froze in place, thinking maybe she was aggressive. Was she in season too? Possibly, but the pack hadn’t shown any sort of real hierarchy. There was a pecking order, but there always was.

And then his attention shifted down and he realized something.

That pesky problem of combining random chunks of DNA had presented itself. Thalia was sporting a rather sizable erection. Tapered, curved flesh jutted from her… his groin. Throbbing as the raptor sniffed around John’s hips. Thalia kept a claw resting on the small of John’s back as he examined with low sniffs. John felt a strange worry welling up in him as he glanced around. Spotting Mel and Rato quickly enough. The other two raptors were lingering nearby. Each sporting a set of claw marks on their hides.

Right about on their thighs.

Right about the same place that Cilo had.

All at once, realization hit as pieces fell into place. First season, Thalia getting larger with a brighter plumage, a claw mark on Cilo’s thigh, the awkward way Cilo had shuffled under him. All of it made sense now with this context.

Before the dread could settle in too much. Thalia chuffed and lifted his head, seeming satisfied. The male raptor barked and leapt, chest slamming against John’s back and driving him down into Cilo’s form. She grunted under him and voiced her complaint, but Thalia didn’t seem to care. The newly transitioned male stepped forward with a thrumming growl. Rather happily straddling john’s body. Breath puffed against his neck as the raptor leaned over.

Then he felt it. Slick warmth of the raptor’s manhood jabbing around his thighs and backside. Blindly feeling for something. Was he going for Cilo’s vent? Did it really matter? All that really mattered was that John was trapped between the two raptors. Pinned against their warm, sturdy bodies. Trapped there until…

Warmth slid between his cheeks. He barely had time to gasp before the taper struck. It slithered between his cheeks and the point hooked against his pucker. John ground his teeth and dug his nails into Cilo’s body as Thalia’s length surged into his rear. The raptor not stopping until his groin pressed tight against John’s backside. Warm body pinning him against Cilo and keeping him there as the male huffed against his neck.

In any other time or situation, John might consider this a great way to spend an evening. Pinned between a woman and a guy? Wonderful for someone who was happily bisexual. That usually involved less sharp claws and snapping jaws.

He ground his teeth and held on as Thalia began to rock. The raptor was shockingly large. Each thrust drove him deep enough to drive a grunt from John as his head swam. He panted, heaved, and held on as the raptor pressed so deep. The curved belly of the raptor’s cock ground against him just so. Pressing into his prostate with each thrust. His half-hard cock, wilting after his romp, surged back to life inside of Cilo. The raptor trilled and wiggled her hips, pushing up and back into John.

Claws scratched his side as Thalia leaned over. Hot breath puffed against his neck. A lusty growl rained down on his neck as well as a bit of drool. Thalia groaned into his neck and hurled his body against John’s. That leathery hide clapped off his rear harder. Faster. John hunched and huffed, his own cock starting to jump again as Cilo shoved up and back into him. All three groaned and panted. Poor John stuck between the pair as they did what nature told them to.

Thalia’s head shoved against his neck and the raptor grunted. Claws scratched at John’s sides as the male threw himself forward with a call. He felt the male’s climax an instant later. Heavy cock throbbing, pressing deep as he emptied himself into the human’s depths. Leaving John panting and groaning. His own cock twitching, so close. He couldn’t help himself, thrusting into Cilo. Managing a few more thrusts before he uttered his own groan. Adding a second load in as many minutes into the raptor.

The three of them lingered for a moment. Breathing heavily as they rode out their own finishes.

Thalia was the first to move. Drawing away from John and rumbling. He gave John’s neck a nuzzle and lick before shuffling back. Padding around the bed then simply dropping onto his side. John winced as he moved, feeling a dozen scratches stinging along his thighs and sides. He fell to the bed as well. Cilo was the last to move. Craning her head around to look at John before dropping heavily to her side and half laying on top of his chest. The raptor thrumming with pleased purrs of her own.

John ran his hand over her neck gently, petting her in the way he knew she liked. Thalia moved in and nuzzled at his other shoulder, chuffing gently. Mel and Rato moved up slowly, cautiously, before joining them on the bed. Each sniffed at John’s naked form before sniffing over the other two. As she turned, John caught sight of Mel’s vent. Swollen, glistening with her season, and with a trickle of creamy white between the folds.

It took him longer than he’d like to admit it before a thought occurred. “They’re like… lions?” he mused, looking between the pack members. A group of female hunters, a male to breed them. Except lion prides often had two, even three, males. The more males the better, especially if they worked together to protect the females and young. John took a slow breath and looked over at Thalia. “Glad you’re not the jealous type.” The raptor snorted at him and stretched out.

As John shifted, he spotted the cassou syringe. The sample should be ready by now, but…

Cilo craned her head back and shoved her nose against his neck. Sniffing at him gently.

Yeah, he could worry about that tomorrow.