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The Raptor Plague

Dietmar, Sarah and Wanda had all decided to take a short vacation together during the end of their summer holiday. Sarah had an uncle who lived with his family near a small town along the southern French coast, as well as the connections to get them an incredible deal on their hotel room. S's uncle had been a wonderful host to them, treating them to a huge dinner that he and his wife prepared together and regaling them with stories from his time working as an airline pilot. But there was something amiss in the evening air as Dietmar and his friends came back from their visit.

The air was hot and humid, without even an intermittent breeze for relief. The heat had a physical weight to it, like a shimmering, translucent fog that bathed them all in it's lazy currents right through their clothes. The rural countryside was shrouded in quiet from the warm, heavy air; not even the familiar sounds of traffic and people seemed to filter through the thickness of it. Even stranger was the thick, floral musk pervading the warm, still evening.

"You guys smell that?" Dietmar asked his friends.

Sarah shook her head, and sniffed the air. "It smells... kind of good. What is it? Some kind of flower pollen?"

Wanda shrugged, running her hand over her sweaty bangs. "Never mind the weird smell. Why, why is it so hot out? Why is it 30 freaking degrees in the friggin' shade?"

"It can't be 30. It has to be higher than that," Sarah said.

"That's how hot it was supposed to be. Still... feels hotter. I drank all my water and I'm sooooo thirsty right now." Dietmar said. Sarah's uncle had given them all water bottles before they set off on the walk back to their hotel, but the bottles were nearly empty now. The big, tasty, salt-laden meal and fine wine they'd had earlier certainly wasn't helping their thirst any.

"Huh, that's funny," Sarah said. "I tried to check the temperature on my phone and I can't get a signal."

"Weird." Wanda said. She dug her phone out of her purse and unlocked it. "I can't either. Hm,"

"What?" Dietmar said. He picked up his own phone, and found that his wasn't getting any reception either. "Wow; I wonder if the heat made something blow out in the network,"

"Ahhhh... all the more reason to go find somewhere to cool down ourselves. We should go back to that gelato place we passed on the way out of town! That sounds really good right now, and they have wifi! Wanda said.

"And air conditioning. I agree!" Dietmar said. "Then maybe we should look for a pool!"

"Yeah!" Sarah said. "I could really go for a swim *and* I brought my favorite bathing suit!"

The threesome came to a sudden halt just then. Just off the path, there was a woman lying flat on her back in the grass writhing in pain. She was an attractive and well dressed woman in her 20s or 30s with long brown hair, with a large straw hat lying next to her head. The woman was sweating, and the front of her dress was heavily stained by some sort of slimy fluid.

"Oh no! Ma'am, are you alright!" Dietmar shouted. He and his friends hustled over to check on her.

"What happened? Did you pass out in the heat?" Wanda asked, kneeling down next to the woman and put her hand on her forehead, which felt very hot. But the withering heat made it hard to tell if she had a fever or not.

"No, no, you don't... you don't understand!" the young woman mumbled. "I... I was attacked..."

"You were attacked!? By what? Did it look rabid??" Wanda queried. She looked down at the woman's dress, which was white. Parts of the whispy white dress were soaked soggy with something. "Ehh... did it spray you with anything? You smell... ripe..." The smell reminded Wanda of her time taking care of snakes in heat in her early days of veterinarian training.

"My... boyfriend... he was... with me... attacked us both..." The woman mumbled, shivering and then moaning something incoherently.

"She's barely conscious; I think she probably has heat stroke. Fuck, what a shitty time for the cell network to be down!" Wanda cursed. "You two are going to have to go into town for help. I'll stay here and try and take care of her as much as I can. After that, we might need to track down her boyfriend..."

Dietmar and Sarah looked at each other, then back and Wabda. "Alright! Let's hurry!" Sarah said, taking the lead with Dietmar not far behind her.

Wanda continued to try and examined the poor woman, pouring the last little bit of water in her water bottle over the woman's forehead to try and cool her down a little. As Wanda's friends took off, she swiped her finger through the gooey clear-white muck covering the mumbling, moaning woman. It wasn't sweat the other woman was drenched in, and it certainly wasn't water. Wanda smelled her fingers, and immediately recognized the powerful pungent reptilian musk as something an awful lot like... eww...

****

Meanwhile, after a short jog, Dietmar and Sarah reached the road leading in to town. The road crested a short hill before rolling downward into the picturesque town below. From atop that vantage, Sarah and Dietmar saw an utterly unreal scene below.

The pair gasped audibly together when they took it in, after taking several seconds just to work past the sheer impossibility of what was happening to their vacation spot. The small French coastal town was completely overran with *dinosaurs*-!!!

Agog and aghast, Dietmar and Sarah stood staring at the creatures below. They were llama-sized, scale-clad *raptors*, with massive curved talons growing from their three-toed hindpaws and sharp teeth that filled their drooling maws. The dinosaurs were running amok through the streets, inside the buildings, over cars-!

The dinosaurs were everywhere, and the more they watched them prowl about the more Dietmar and Sarah noticed that the creatures were not entirely feral in nature. They seemed to be *speaking* to each other in hissing, growling, chirping barks of speech that seemed too complex and structured to be mere babble. Their hands were clawed, but they were *hands*, with dexterous fingers capable of fine manipulation. Stranger still, some of them were wearing shreds and pieces of clothing! Others had the tattered remains of shoes tangled up in their talons, and several of the raptors still had *ties* on their necks!

"Are... were these... people-??" Dietmar whispered to his friend.

"That is what it seems to be. Hey... look at that!"

Dietmar turned to see what Sarah was pointing out. Perched atop of a car parked in front of a small grocery store there was a massive dinosaur, nearly as large as the small car itself. Four meters from snout-to-tailtip, the saurial predator was ramming his bulk up against the car's back. The tan-scaled beast of an animal was grinding his dick against the curves of the rear windshield, yellow slitted eyes wide with pleasure and powerful haunches quivering with effort. The creature's meaty, tapered, smooth shaft slid smoothly up and down the back windshield, leaving gooey streaks across it.

It took Dietmar a moment to notice that the car's owner was still there, having locked herself inside. She was still trying to start her car unsuccessfully when the raptor pulled his haunches back and aimed his hard, throbbing shaft at the thin leather sunroof covering the top of the small car.

The leather sunroof was split apart by the dinosaur's massive erection in a single thrust. Precum shot from the tip of the raptor's pulsating shaft onto the car's passenger as the horny raptor humped the hole he'd torn in the sunroof, and the shocked woman cried out as her lap was soaked in the slick discharge. Through the thick, hot air Dietmar and Sarah could barely hear her.

"Ahhh... ewwwwww!" Sarah said, grimacing.

"Hey... is it just me, or do the people seem to be, ah, not fighting back much?" Dietmar said. "And watch... she looks different!"

The woman gasped as the raptor above her began to cum, spraying her face with a torrent of dino jizm. She pinched her breasts underneath her warm, wet, cum-soaked shirt, as they began to sink into her expanding chest. Her tanning skin was visible beneath her shirt, a rich patch of brown scales spreading up her belly. She was changing quickly, the shower of raptor cum the apparent catalyst.

In the car behind her, a man with a raptor's hindquarters looked like he was caught trying to climb through the window of his car. He was holding himself up with one hand and using another to stifle his own moans as a full raptor mounted him from behind, driving a massive, slick, reptilian cock up into the man's saurial ass.

The man flagged his tail up higher and higher as his hindquarters grew larger and his tail grew longer, scales already covering nearly every part of his lower body. As their mating quickened, he clenched his swelling feet around the tattered remains of his jeans as his own engorged raptorhood splurted jets of cum against his car door. The raptor mounting him clenched his human-like foreclaws around the car's bike rack to steady himself as he fucked the changing man's tailhole, growling with pleasure as his male mate's rump grew to accommodate the raptorhood inside it. The human's toenails lengthened and curved into sharp talons as he was mated, piercing through his shoes...

"Holy moly... they're changing everybody into dinosaurs! They're... how-!?" Sarah spat. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and blinked rapidly, but her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"Well, so much for getting ice cream..." Dietmar muttered, drawing a sharp and scowly look from his friend.

Inside the store they had been planning on visiting, a full raptor was on his back, eyes closed and tailtip swishing against the tile floor as three humans nuzzled and licked his hot spurting cock as if it were a tasty cold treat. The completely-changed raptor had been the sales girl, judging by the loose smock that still hung over her upper body. All three of her new friends had clawed, scaly hands and proto-snouts on their creamy faces. Two raptors that looked like other changed customers prowled the road in front of the store, apparently getting used to walking perched on the front of their big, taloned hindpaws while using their huge tails to balance. Below each of them swung a huge, erect cock, steadily leaking droplets of musky pre-cum. One of them had a pearl necklace snugly wrapped around it's thick scaly neck, while the other still had a bra hanging from his neck as if it was a hankerchief.

Across the way, another pair of raptors were ferociously rutting in the street, one male lying on his back while the other straddled the submissive 'saur's tail. The scaled dinosaur on the bottom was wearing the remains of his socks on the top of his toeclaws, while the male on top still had a set of glasses perched on the bridge of his snout. With every thrust he made they rocked into a skewed angle on his snout, until the glasses finally fell off onto the ground. The shreds of the rest of their clothing, which they had long since outgrown, lay underfoot covered in their love juices.

Further down the street there was similar anarchy. Between some bushes off the road, a man was licking a throbbing spire of raptorcock sprouting from his girlfriend's scaly crotch. She was moaning in pleasure, her panties and dress stretching around her growing and increasingly masculine frame. Two fully feral raptor had their muzzle buried under each other's raised tails in a gardened area, lapping at streaks of thick yellow cum that oozed from their tailholes. Their talons and the grass below was soggy with their mixed seed, but even still their dicks were stiff and dripping with fresh arousal, as if they were just getting ready to mate again.

Other feral raptors were exploring the sidestreets and buildings, heads and tails and cocks bobbing as they walked on the front of their taloned hindpaws and prowled about in a predatory, low-profile gait. It was impossible to deny what they were doing; they were hunting for more hiding humans.

Dietmar and Sarah heard a distant, muted cry from one of the nearby buildings, and watched with horror as a young man wearing a nothing but a towel launched himself out of a second-story door and towards the balcony of his residence. The man looked ready to throw himself over the railing, but he seemed to reconsider his plan when two raptors below snarled up at him on their hind legs, hissing delightedly.

As the man stood in shock at the railing, a raptor peeked it's head around the doorway behind him. Too far away and much too scared to warn him, Dietmar and Sarah could do nothing but watch as the predatory dinosaur crept forward and leapt towards his prey. The raptor's sturdy talons made a clang against the railing as he latched his feet around his prey, who was now trapped between the dinosaur's spread haunches. Dietmar and Sarah couldn't hear his pleading cries, but the terror on his face said plenty.

The raptor, pleased with his catch, made an 'awk!-awk!-awk!' laugh as he curled his lower body closer, pressing his raptorcock underneath the human's towel. His first few attempts only slid his tapered penis between the man's clenched thighs, or against the human's naked buttocks. The raptor curled his big strong scaly toes around the railing and re-positioned his rear, tail standing proudly in the air as he carefully aligned his hard drooling dinosaur dick with the human's tense, unprotected hole.

Aroused from his successful hunt, the raptor's pride throbbed continuously as he rubbed it against his human's tense hole, oozing huge yellow gobs of pre-cum against it. The raptor growled as he felt his prey's virgin-tight hole start to yield, slowly rolling his haunches forward just enough to press his spear-tipped raptorhood into his male mate's ass. The horny predator's growl deepened and the beast shuddered as he penetrated his prey, slowly starting to sheathe the whole of his enormous dinosaur dick between the human's clenching cheeks.

The poor man moaned pathetically and lost his grip on his towel, his eyes bulging wide as the raptor's huge cock plowed into his naked backside. The fear on his face melted into a look of confused horror as the dinosaur's dick was buried deeper and deeper into his ass. Hot and slimy pre-cum gushed into his butt as the raptor finished hilting him, dinosaur and man both moaning as warm scales met flushed skin. The mating that took place afterwards was short and brutal, the man grasping hold of the railing for dear life while the raptor behind him slowly but relentlessly buried his dick inside the other male's much smaller ass. After fewer than a dozen wet thrusts the dinosaur held himself inside his unwilling mate, pinning him against the railing and growling contentedly as he came.

Dietmar and Sarah could see the change happen almost immediately after the first few spurts of hot dino cream filled the raptor's victim. The man, his own cock at full-staff from the raptor railing he'd just received, closed his eyes and pushed his butt back into the raptor's crotch, needing to feel the hot, hard, slimy cock inside his sticky insides. The raptor, sensing the change in his prey's mindset, relaxed his taloned toes somewhat and leaned his muzzle forward, laying a long lick across the side of the man's neck with his broad dino tongue. The man turned as he was being kissed after several long slimy licky kisses and felt the raptor's warm tongue brush along his nose and lips. He shuddered with pleasure and kissed the raptor back as his own face pushed out into the blunt beginnings of a muzzle and his tailbone tensed and stretched out into an actual tail. Down below, where the two were joined in mating, the man's cum-filled butt rapidly expanded and grew a mustard-colored coating of scales, spreading outward from his leaking tailhole until they had completely covered his body from his waist to his legs.

The muzzled man stretched his head to the side as the raptor hilted inside his changing body licked across his shrinking right ear, shivering at the strange sensation of his fleshy ear sinking into his leathery head. Encouraging his mate to lick his earhole more, the man curled his head further backwards- but it seemed the dinosaur had been making another play altogether. Suddenly, the raptor lunged it's head forward and bit the man's neck, hard enough to draw trickles of blood from the bite marks. The human gurgled and gave an oddly-avian cry of surprise as he was bit, struggling against the raptor behind him while the raptor began to thrust into him anew.

The raptor huffed and snorted for breath as he sucked on his prey's rippling, increasingly-leathery neck and began to slowly sloppily spear his dick the other male's clenching tailhole anew. The changing dinosaur-man shook as he was fucked under his growing tail, stepping from foot to foot as they grew heavy with powerful muscles and hard scales. The mating-bite seemed to accelerate the human's transformation; after less than a minute of brutal coupling scales had spread all over his body, he'd grown a meter of tail, and he was nearly the same size as the dino pounding his tailhole.

While being bitten and transforming into a dinosaur his poor tail-passage was clenching relentlessly around the raptor-cock ramming inside it. The strain of it was painful, but nothing his saurial body couldn't handle and absolutely worth the primal bliss that came from being bred by another male dinosaur's hot, hard tool. It filled the human's leathery butt tenaciously, pounding the hard knob of pleasure inside the changing raptor-human's tailhole just as it was meant to. Enjoying the tightness himself, the dominant raptor thrust hard and deep into his new packmate and growled as he cummed another sticky load of infectious raptor-seed into his mate's scaly ass.

The new raptor hissed mightily as more hot dinosaur seed was shot into his tailpassage, and his own pride surged with release. He flexed his powerful haunches forward, bucking his scaly butt into his mate's creamy thrusts while showering the street below him an eruption of potent, pungent raptor semen. The two raptors bore little trace of their former humanity save for the glint of lustful intelligence in their eyes; the dinosaurs gave twinned 'AWRK! AWRK! AWRK!' cries as their mating peaked...

...and then suddenly the railing collapsed, failing under the strain of supporting two full-grown male raptors screwing. The two males screeched in surprise as they plummeted, separating from their coupling mid-air before instinctively twisting their bodies into a graceful landing. The man who had just been changed into a raptor landed awkwardly on the chunk of railing that had broken away, his talons catching on the metal bars. His scaly mate, however, landed even poorer, his tailbase thwacking into the other raptor's tail and knocking him over. The struck male hissed at the other dino, who responded by licking the slightly-injured raptor's snout, turning around and raising his tail for the other male...

Dietmar and Sarah, by now, had seen more than enough. The two friends shivered with arousal as the thick, warm, musky smell of the rutting, virile raptors slowly rolled over them. Dietmar turned slightly away from S, trying to hide his raging boner.

"The town is full of a bunch of fuckin' dinosaurs... fucking." Dietmar whispered. "What are we suddosed to do-!?"

"What can we *do*? What we need to do is get out of here! Quickly!" Sarah said, after counting at least a dozen raptors and twice that number fast on their way to becoming dinosaurs. "We need to get Wanda and get the..."

"Oh, shit. Wanda was trying to take care of someone who... got creamed."

"Shit. Fuck! Shit!" Sarah cursed. "We better get her, now!"

They ran as fast as they could back to the road where they had last seen their friend, punishing thirst and choking heat forgotten in the adrenaline rush. They arrived to a disturbing sight.

Wanda was on her knees in front of the other woman, who was herself changed into a dinosaur from the waist down. As Wanda moaned and bobbed her head back and forth between the raptor-woman's crotch, Sarah and Dietmar could see that she was sucking on the curved length of a fully-erect dinosaur dick sprouting from the other woman's scaly genital slit.

"Wanda!? Wanda!?" Sarah frantically cried.

"Oh shit-" Dietmar said.

They froze, staring in mute horror as Wanda enthusiastically deep-throated the other girl's dino-cock. Suddenly, the woman arched her back and held her short-clawed hands around Wanda's head, moaning in a deep, distorted voice as she came. Wanda sputtered and choked as a frothy fountain of raptor jizm filled her mouth, before finally swallowing a big hot sticky mouthful. Wanda sucked on the other woman's dick until the plague victim was totally spent, her eyes watering with pleasure as she finally satisfied her unnatural craving for dinosaur dick.

She was obviously starting to change well before she stopped licking her new friend's cock clean; her tongue was growing longer and thicker, and her face was pushing forward into the familiar sleek, toothsome grimace of a predatory male dinosaur.

"Wanda!!!" Dietmar shouted, broken out of his trance by the sight of his friend's familiar face changing into a sinister reptilian countenance.

"Oh... h-hey guys... I didn't see you there..." Wanda said, finally turning around to face them. She wiped her mouth with her hands, after first bumping them into the front of her growing muzzle.

"What-why the fuck did you do that!?!" Sarah sobbed hysterically, but holding her voice low.

"It's... complicated. She smelled so good I just haaaaad to have a taste..." Wanda said dreamily, laughing. Her eyes wandered over her friends, and then back to her impromptu partner. "There's so many of them, and they're so friendly..."

The other woman snapped up onto her feet, her dress stretched to accommodate her thick thighs and long tail. The sight of her ten-inch raptorcock dangling below the frills of her dress was, to say the least, a distracting one for Dietmar and Sarah.

"Are you really okay with turning into a fucking dinosaur dude!?!" Dietmar said, waving his hands about frantically. "You really don't see-"

"-That you're infected with the same thing she is!" Sarah spat, pointing at the other woman.

"Rrr... sure..." the woman replied.

"Sharing it... with them..." Wanda sighed, smiling with a lot of sharp teeth. "I can feel it... changing me. It feels warm... good..."

"Well- I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to our friends when we get back!!!" Dietmar said.

"Brrrring them here..." Wanda chirred, breathing deep through her muzzle as her whole nose sank into her expanding snout. At the moment her whole head was a grotesquely-stretched half-human, half-dinosaur muzzle. The fact it was covered in sweat, long strands of her falling hair, and patchy scales did little to flatter the manic glint in her eyes, not did the raptor semen drooling from her scaly lips. "Hhngn... this feels weird... my throat is all... strrrretchy... not moving rrrright. Mmm." Wanda muttered.

"Well... looks like that makes two of us," Sarah said. She grabbed D's wrist and pulled him backwards, which he resisted. But after a few moments of consideration he stepped backwards next to her anyway.

"It doesn't seem right. Wanda just stopped to help her..." Dietmar said.

"Look, we're going to join her if we don't find a way out of here. And if there's a way to cure one of them, there's a way to cure them all." Sarah said.

Continuing to change, Wanda removed her glasses with a scaly hand while the half-raptor next to her tugged down her pants. The other mutating female grinned as she spied W's wet panties, which were not just soaked everywhere in her sweat but absolutely drenched around the crotch. Wanda blinked, the world changing in front of her as her eyes shrank into saurial slits. Suddenly the sunlight overhead didn't seem nearly as piercing, and her vision sharpened into the natural acuity of a raptor. Marveling at this alteration, Wanda only noticed her pant-free state when she felt the other dinogirl's face press against her ass.

Dietmar and Sarah began backing away further and further.

"Well... which way are we going to go? Back to your cousin's place?" Dietmar said.

"Getting out of town might be a good idea, but..." Sarah exhalted sharply. "We'd be trapped if we went back. Unless we could find a boat..."

The two of them continued to discuss their options while watching the scene unfolding before them, trying not to but unable to tear their eyes all the way away. The other woman had pulled W's pantied down with her teeth, a feat evidently much easier for someone with a short muzzle and sharp teeth than a normal person. After that, she had completely gone to town, slurping her elongating tongue between W's lower lips, legs and cheeks. The hungry licks paralyzed Wanda with pleasure, and made her change accelerate. Her hips widened and her ass expanded outward as her butt began to grow to saurial proportions, big enough to support a long tail, powerful legs and deadly talons. Tan scales grew over her fair untanned skin, and her modest, skinny rear tightened and balloned outward with new muscle.

It wasn't long until the raptor-woman had progressed to a full-on tonguejob, something that made Wanda voice her approval with a string of frightful profanity and avian chirrs. Each darting slurp into her asshole made her tail-bulge grow longer and thicker, her spine popping and cracking as it stretched outward. But every so often, the dino-woman behind her would pause to lap at her scaly pussy. Whenever she did, unseen and barely felt by Wanda, her clit grew long and thicker. Deep inside her lower body, her female sexual organs began to rumble and tickle, transforming and shrinking as they turned into small but dense orbs full of sperm.

Her partner withdrew her muzzle and sniffed at the air, noticing something Wanda had not: she had grown a dick. Bending her neck around, the mostly-raptor woman laid a long lick across the side of Wanda's clit-shaft, making the red rod throb powerfully as the tip of it opened into a proper slit. Wanda cried out at the strange sensation of sexual release that came from the head of her clit as it was licked, and looked down to see just how masculine her former love-button now looked.

"Awwr... rrrkkkk-!?" Wanda moaned, stopping suddenly. She lowered her muzzle and smiled at the changing woman licking her growing raptorhood. Wanda shuddered at the alien sensation of male pleasure running up and down her lengthening, thickening, hardening dinosaur cock, which was erecting not only from raw sexual pleasure but from the equally-stimulating change into raptorhood. Each lick by the other raptor's warm strong tongue against her new... dick... was pure ecstasy to the saurial woman, who was enjoying the empowering feeling of squirting pre-cum through her hard rod as it throbbed against the other girl's tongue. Wanda closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, shaking as the bizarre but oh-so erotic feelings of having her new cock licked drove her closer and closer to a climax like she'd never felt before. But she wanted more..!

Growing longer and scalier and more flexible by the minute, Wanda turned her tail to the side and flexed her whole body around, contorting her half-raptor body in such a way she could bring her muzzle towards the other dino-girl's cock. Wanda licked her scaly lips as she eyed the delicious engorged shaft, wanting badly to taste another salty creamy infectious load of raptor cum as she produced the first of her own. With neither hesitation nor preamble she began to suck on the other raptor-woman's cock, taking in the whole length of it down to the slit.

Without stopping their oral coupling the two raptor women laid down opposite each other, their growing tails slowly slithering out into a scaly circle as they continued to suck hard on each other's fat, throbbing raptorhoods. The women's breasts were visibly shrinking while their chests bulked up with muscle, and by then it was getting hard to tell either of them apart. They looked just like any other pair of stocky homosexual raptors as they happily sucked on their partner's dicks.

"You... you realize what's going to happen once they finish, right? They're going to come after us!" Dietmar said, tugging on Sarah's arm.

"We can't just leave her!" Sarah protested.

"We're going to have to! If we don't, then our goose is cooked!" Dietmar shouted. Behind them, the two male raptors humped each other's muzzles passionately, oblivious to the heated discussion. "And in case you haven't noticed yet, 'she' isn't coming with us!!!"

They looked at each other, and then once more at the sixty-nine-ing raptors before running away. Before they were out of sight, they heard a pair of short, shrill, avian cries, and turned around to see that Wanda and her new mate had totally transformed into dinosaurs and were ejaculating torrents of raptor spunk into one another's muzzles.

Dietmar and Sarah ran back down the hill and into town, running through a bunch of bushes to avoid the main square. They pushed through the foliage until they reached the back door of a narrow apartment complex built between two small condo blocks.

****

Runnning into the apartment and shutting the door, Sarah and Dietmar saw that the door to the first unit was open and ran inside. The interior was quite dark, as every source of artificial light dead and they were getting further away from the windows.

Slowing down as they entered a dim room in the back of the apartment, Dietmar and Sarah took a moment to catch their breaths. The shades on the window were drawn and the room was cool, though the huge air conditioner hanging from the window in the back was silent.

Walking carefully through the cluttered bedroom, Dietmar and Sarah came face-to-snout with a raptor perched on the bed in the middle of the room. The raptor snarled at them and snapped forward, but stayed where it was.

"AAAAGH!" Dietmar screamed.

"AIIEEEEE!" Sarah screamed.

"RRRRAARRRGH!!" The raptor roared.

*Slrk*... *Srhk*... *Swik*... *Sluuuurp*...

As Dietmar and Sarah felt their eyes adjust to the darkened room, they noticed that behind the bed on the opposite side from where they had made their entrance there was a woman sucking the dinosaur's footlong dick. She was breathing heavily through her nose as she sucked, her eyes opened wide but staring unfocused at the dinosaur's crotch. The dinosaur's hindlegs were clasped firmly against the edge of the bed, his taloned feet dug in tight to support his weight as it's human lover sucked it off. Neither of them looked like they wanted to go anywhere anytime soon, which was good news for the other humans in the bedroom.

The dinosaur, a hazy smile on it's muzzle as it enjoyed the woman's very enthusiastic blowjob, had apparently only roared from surprise. He slowly wagged his big, long tail behind him and smiled toothily at his guests, as the human below the bed continued to noisily slurp on his hard dino-dick.

Dietmar and Sarah ran from the bedroom and through the front of the apartment building, out the back, through the garden and past several thick, leafy bushes. Finding themselves the back patio of another small apartment building, Dietmar and Sarah ran through the garden and towards the adjacent building, and then through that building all the way into the street.

Emerging out into the hot, humid, evening, the light from the sun dazed them even through the deadening haze. The street before them was full of small shops with apartments over them, and the road was lined with parked cars. Not seeing any horny dinosaurs in the immediate vicinity, Dietmar and Sarah finally relaxed.

At first, the pair took a measured breather and slowly walked out into the heat. It was a relief just not to be chased by raptors for a moment.

Dietmar made his way towards one of the cars with the keys still in the ignition.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean? We need to find a way out of here."

"It won't start. Do you remember all those people trapped inside their cars earlier? It didn't work for them... why would it work for us?" Sarah said.

"Why would *every* car not start??"

"I don't know. But that's what it seems like," Sarah said in a low voice.

"Maybe it's connected to all our phones being out of service," Dietmar spitballed. "But in any case, this village is in the middle of nowhere. How are we going to get out of here if no cars are working?"

"Bicycles?" Sarah thought.

"Where? How far? In this heat? And the road out of town is all uphill..." Dietmar listed. "What if we can find some place to hold out that's safe?"

"What's safe against *those*-!?"

"I-" Dietmar began. "Good point. But we know this place isn't safe, so let's at least get away from here."

"Right."

As they walked they rounded the corner and passed a trio of people rushing past them, two men and a woman. All three of them had shorts with wet, tented crotches from their erections. Dietmar was about to warn them of the dinosaurs surely chasing after them, but one of the women shut the door of the apartment after the three had made it inside. A short time later, moans and banging furniture echoed through the thin walls. Dietmar and Sarah looked at each other wordlessly, and moved on.

Having made it near the middle of the small town, Dietmar and Sarah looked up and down the broad avenues and saw that there weren't any raptors hunting here yet. But it was apparent that even though these people hadn't been attacked they were still succuming to the powerful, all-pervading dinosaur musk filling the air. Walking down the broad paved avenue, they noticed that most of the homes and businesses were shut and locked. The few people around all seemed to either be going somewhere in a great hurry or trying hard not to pleasure themselves.

Two people jogged past them on the avenue. The two young men were wearing cameras on their necks, tourists by the look of them. They were speaking to each other in frenetic japanese as they moved along, oddly enough holding onto their tennis shoes. Dietmar noticed why when he looked down and saw that the two of them had huge scaly feet with stubby, growing talons. Across the road, a group of people were eating in an outdoor cafe and trying assiduously to ignore what was happening around them. But their teeth seemed to be a long longer and sharper than any human teeth had any right to be, and most of the diners had patches of scaly skin. One woman, who had shed a considerably amount of hair as her head took on a rich indigo scale pattern, frowned at the mess it had made of her salad and slid her plate away.

Dietmar could feel his own breaths coming quicker and deeper, his chest expanding slowly but enough his shirt felt more snug. Being so pumped up on adrenaline, he hadn't noticed thet his body felt... different. Especially disturbing were the feelings he was getting from inside his shorts. Dietmar didn't want to check to be sure, but he could feel a very strange, very tingly protrusion growing above his butt pushing against the back of his boxer shorts. It felt like one massive goosebump, but one that simply grew and grew. Dietmar felt his sweaty buttcheeks spread apart and enlarge to accomodate the tail- for he was sure it was a raptor's tail manifesting itself on his rump- and walked faster, trying not to stare at the other people sharing his predicament. No wonder everyone seemed to be walking to bow-legged, he thought, as his backside bulked up with muscle.

Dietmar felt the cool tightening sensation of scales growing over his ass as they walked along, trying harder to ignore the incredibly strange, erotic feelings. But as he slowed down to adjust to his changing gait, Sarah moved walked ahead of him. As she did, Dietmar got to stare directly at her curvy, bouncing butt, which seemed to support her stubby tail better than his slimmer hips. Dietmar felt his mouth water as he stared at the fat bulge it made in the back of her shorts, and had to fight off the perverse urge to pull down his friend's pants and suck on her tailtip.

Sarah turned around as she noticed Dietmar lagging behind, and her eyes met his. Dietmar looked away and tried to hide his boner by scrunching it inside his pants with his knees, skipping forward to catch up to her. When he looked back up at her eyes, she was biting her lip and resting one hand on her hips and the other on her tail.

"Feels weird, doesn't it?" Sarah said, looking straight at Dietmar as she rubbed her short, developing tail.

"Yeah," Dietmar said.

"Makes you want to... pull down your pants and... see what's happening to our butts..." Sarah said, gritting her teeth.

"Yeah,"

"But... we should keep going. If we stop moving we're finished..."

"Yeah," Dietmar replied.

The two move of them moved briskly onward. As they passed a narrow alleyway between two botiques, they spied a woman wearing a light dress and an expensive assortment of jewelry relieving herself next to a recycling bin, her delicate, smooth-skinned, fair-toned hand stroking the potent raptor penis between her legs. Behind her, a thick, footlong tail covered in wet, tender scales slowly wagged as she emptied her bladder through her new maleness, spraying a powerful torrent of dinosaur piss against the building she had just been shopping in. The woman gave a deep, satisfied sigh as she emptied her bladder through a rigid rod for the first time, shivering every so often as she did. She began to move her raptor penis around as she peed, enjoying the feeling of directing the powerful stream through her dick so much it was quickly getting hard and making it harder to do.

Further down the alley, between a narrow four-way intersection, two policemen with the hindquarters of raptors were sitting side-by-side across from each other. They were still wearing their uniform shirts, though they were soaked with sweat and mostly unbuttoned. Besides them they'd thrown their hats and gear, and the shreds of what used to be their pants sat underneath them on the rough-hewn stone. One of the policeman was suckling on his partner's big talon, carefully holding the huge, muscular dinofoot attached to the deadly claw with both his hands. At the same time, his partner was stroking his raptorcock with his other foot, carefully curling his three foretoes around his partner's huge rigid curved dinosaur penis as he jacked it up and down. The jungle patterning of their scaly lower halves glistened with raptor cum, and a thick coat of the slimy stuff had been spread all along the alleyway by their tails. Even sitting down, both of the changing males had tails nearly as long as the alleyway was across, making it difficult for them to get off their big dinobutts even if they weren't busy exploring each other's changing bodies.

"L-let's not go that way-" Dietmar said to Sarah, pulling her away by her hips when she started to walk down anyway.

They jogged down the street five buildings and then ducked through another alleyway, this one blissfully unoccupied. Although as they passed an open window they couldn't help but notice a naked young man lying on a messy bed with his butt raised in the air, offering it to another young male with a raptor's muzzle and a short tail sticking out of his boxers. The raptor-faced male pressed his snout into the other guy's rear, taking in the heady smell from his friend's musky crevice with a shiver that made his short tail wag. He pushed his long, broad dinosaur tongue up into the other male's ass and tenderly licked the tasty sweaty hole of his less-changed companion.

It took Dietmar and Sarah an embarrassing amount of time to tear themselves away from the sight and move onward.

As they turned the corners out of the alleyway, Dietmar immediately saw something terribly alien and out-of-place in the park.

"Hey, uh, Sarah... what's that? That... that wasn't always there, was it?" Dietmar said to his companion.

She turned and looked at what he was pointing at. There was a massive sinkhole in the park, out of which grew a towering black obelisk. The obelisk seemed to be an entirely featureless spike jutting out of what used to be a covered plaza. Assembled in front of it were dozens of muscular, bipedal raptors of a distinctly larger size and more humanoid gait than any they'd yet seen. Stranger still, they wore suits of black armor that left only their heads, talons and claws bare. Crackling fields of electricity surrounded the raptors, which the patrolling packs of 'normal' dinosaurs seemed to stay far away from.

The contrast between the armored bipedal raptors and the more feral naked raptors was quite telling. The feral raptors only wore shreds and pieces of whatever they had been wearing as humans, and so far seemed to be interested in little else besides hunting humans and screwing each other. There was a small pack of them playing a game of tag, pursuing each other over cars and buildings in an attempt to bite another dinosaur on his tail and make him 'it'. Three raptors were cooling off in the park fountain, splashing each other with their tails and laughing with husky chirrs that were still recognizably human. There were even a few raptors rubbing their butts against the trunks of the trees, apparently trying to stretch out kinks and tingly muscles in their newly-grown tails.

The armored raptors, on the other hand, barely moved about. When they did it was in a purposeful fashion, usually to press a taloned hand against the obelisk for a purpose the humans could not fathom.

Sarah's jaw dropped as she tried to process what she was seeing. "Hrgh!" she gurgled, covering her mouth and silently screaming into her hands.

"I've figured it all out, don't worry," Dietmar said in a deadpan voice. "We've been invaded by gay alien dinosaurs from the center of the earth. It's obvious."

[What is this? Ahh, the humans have begun coming to us of their own volition. Excellent.]

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Neither did I."

Dietmar and Sarah stopped talking, more confused than when they began.

Suddenly, a figure rose up from within the ranks of the armored raptors. The raptor floated about a meter off the ground, the flowing quicksilver of her robe flapping slowly despite the total lack of breeze. A spherical blob of distorting energy encased her body, but despite that it was easy enough to see that she was very different from the others of her kind. Her head, arms, legs and tail were finned, as well as her small-taloned feet. Something about her expressive muzzle and body language made no mistake that she was indeed female unlike all of the other raptors. Her scales were a deep indigo blue, and sparkled with iridesence when light caught them.

And she was staring right at them.

"Oh fuck! We're made!" Sarah cursed.

[Oh my; why did you natives come here if not to embrace our gifts? Surely not out of some misguided sentiment that you could stop us...]

"Uh... please don't take over our world!?" Dietmar shouted at the floating raptor.

The queen's psychic laughter was sparkling. [How endearing! Don't worry; I'll have some of your friends come here and bring you to our way of seeing things.]

Dietmar and Sarah heard a screeching cry echo from the top of a nearby rooftop, and suddenly the hazy air filled with the dulled sound of dinosaur talons scraping on stone. Dietmar stood frozen like a statue, sure that the queen had them dead to rights. Sarah, on the other hand, made a run for it, and was promptly set upon by four raptors.

Sarah felt adrenaline coursing through her veins as she weighed her options, looking for a break in the semi-circle of raptors advancing towards her. She faked in one direction then took off running in another, but the raptors were far too fast for her. Three of the four raptors ran ahead of her and cut off his escape, while the fourth pounced on her from behind.

"Gyeah!" Sarah yelled as she felt the raptor's feet smack into her ass, sending her falling to the grass.

The raptor leapt on his catch, his feet thudding into the grassy earth to either side of Sarah's hips. His teeth were on her shirt a moment later, his talons hooked into her shorts. Dietmar watched horrified as the raptor tore through the bottom of Sarah's shorts and began to rub and grind the tip of his tapered dino-dick against her light blue panties. The raptor tried to hook his big talon on her panties, but gave up after scratching her soft skin.

Sarah hissed sharply as blood began to seep from the cut where the raptor's killing-talon had dug into her side. She groaned under the beast's weight as he lowered his scaly belly onto her back, and pressed the hot hard curved length of his dick between her thighs. Dietmar couldn't help but stare at Sarah'sshort, sharp-tipped tail, generously coated meadow-green leather. Her sex was, thankfully, still female, but her slit was scaly and covered in a mess of fallen pubic hair.

Snarling as he probed her panties with his raging erection, the dinosaur's throbbing erection left large damp spots all over the underside of Sarah's panties. The raptor slowly built his gentle probing into a grinding motion, dragging his raging-hard raptorcock between the cloth-covered lips of Sarah's pussy. Sarah moaned as her moist slit was repeatedly teased by the curved length of bestial dick the male raptor bore. She found it hard to hate the creature, knowing now that it was likely another girl just like her who had succumbed to the same alien plague mutating her own body. Being close to a raptor, feeling the heat of it's randy maleness teasing her wet, needy cunt was driving her absolutely mad with the urge to have her pussy pounded.

The raptor curled his tail into the air and hunched lower, using his forepaws to slowly pull Sarah's panties down as he humped against her butt and very moist pussy. She spread her legs apart and stretched her hips to meet the dinosaur's thrusts, *needing* to be filled by the potent breeding tool. Sarah and the raptor both froze for a moment as the moment of penetration came, her supple lips spreading easily around his slippery hardness. They stopped mid-thrust, with over half his dino-dick inside her pussy... and then the raptors rawr'ed and pushed himself in deeper. Sarah moaned repeatedly, balling up her fists and pounding them against the ground as she was filled with the huge hot thick throbbing raptor-cock, her cunt already rippling with pre-orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh! Oh, rrrgh, fuck! FUCK YES! YEAH!" Sarah moaned and screamed shamelessly, breathing rapidly as her eyes filled with tears and her pale cheeks flushed deep crimson. The forbidden, alien pleasure of having such a big, hot, filling, inhuman dick inside her sex was clearly more than the young woman could take. Slowly, grinning maliciously at the soft female human below him, the raptor sheathed most of the rest of his dick inside Sarah's vagina, though he bottomed out before reaching his base. And then he began to fuck her, closing his eyes in bliss as he pounded her pussy mercilessly.

Dietmar turned away, trying not to pay attention to the bestial fucking his poor friend was being subject to... but it was impossible to ignore her moans and screams.

As the raptor pulled his still-hard dick out of Sarah's pussy, a huge sticky wad of dinosaur cum drooled from her ravaged slit. The raptor kissed her pussy with his slick shaft, spreading more of his sticky cream over her scaly femsex. The hot semen inside Sarah was already changing her crotch. Waves of bright green scales were popping into places further from it as gobs of dino-cum drooled from her cunt. Her thighs shook, rapidly packing with muscle like steel balloon inflating, and a her tail-base pushed from the seat of her backside as it grew and grew.

Dietmar watched, horrified but transfixed, as his friend's vagina pulsed and it's lips swelled together into a dense mound of scaled flesh. Her clit was dragged inside her scaly slit, only to emerge seconds later a deep blood-red point that rapidly began to expand into a tiny shaft. Sarah moaned and squeezed her hands on her hips, rolling over and rocking back and forth on her tail to stare at her changing sex but too scared to actually touch it. A set of fleshy balls pulsed out of her slit as her raptorcock continued to enlarge, only to slurp back into the sticky vent that could no longer properly be called a pussy mere seconds later.

Sarah fell over into the fetal position, shuddering with alien pleasure as the dinocum planted inside her continued to mutate her body. Sarah slowly stroked her short raptor penis, growling curiously at the very unusual but very sensual sensation of having a long shaft for her sexuality. Though it wasn't quite as sensitive as her clit used to be, the new forming flesh of her three-inch erection was more than enough for her hand to take care of. As three inches grew to four, then five, then six, she used more fingers, barely noticing that her hips were widening and her curled tail was growing long and bigger. But she did notice when her feet began to grow, because when the raptors had stripped her so forcefully they had neglected to remove her shoes.

Sarah squeezed her feet together, trying to take her shoes off but having trouble moving her scaly, swelling, incredibly muscular leg up far enough to reach her feet with her unchanged hands. Sarah grit her teeth and hissed in frustration, clenching her sharpening teeth tight as she stretched as far as she could to try and reach her rapidly-constricting shoes, going so far as to stop stroking her cock. Her efforts were frustrated when two of the raptors who had not mated with her grabbed hold of her hands right when she caught hold of her left shoe. The dinosaurs pulled her hands away, and Sarah cried out in frustration as they forced her onto her back and spread her arms apart.

The two raptors stared at Dietmar as they held his friend helpless, while Sarah's shoes grew comically bloated with the scaly feet growing inside them. A third raptor stepped forward, his dick bobbing eagerly between his muscular thighs. He pressed the tip of his raptorhood against Sarah's much smaller dick, grinding their raptor-cocks together and drawing hisses of confused pleasure from Sarah. Butterflies of pleasure radiated through the changing female's crotch as her felt her growing changing erecting *cock* pressed flush against the heat of another male's proud erection. They were so hot together, she thought, and felt a surge of anticipatory pleasure as she imagined what it would be like to have a full-sized dinosaur dick between her legs like the other raptors. Sarah's talons ripped out of her shoes one at a time as her cock throbbed against the other dinos, until nothing more than a tangled mess of torn fabrics, leather and laces were left stuck in between her long-taloned footpaws.

The other raptor had other ideas, however, and lowered his cock until it was resting snug on top of Sarah's tailbase. He began to grind it against Sarah's moist tailhole, drawing chirrs of confused pleasure from the former female. Dietmar watched as Sarah slowly took another raptor's dick into her tailhole, resisting her assailants less and less by the second.

Dietmar felt horribly confused; part of him couldn't bear to watch another of his friends turn into a horny homosexual dinosaur, while part of him was massively turned on. So much for running; what was the use? Risk getting a talon to the face? This was it; it was over. Instead, he held himself very quietly and waited, inevitably, for the queen's gaze to pass onto him.

[Talon to the face!? Please! We are not the savages that you hopped-up apes are!]

What!? Dietmar was incredibly confused. He stared up at the floating raptor queen. Was she still reading his *thoughts*-!?

[Yes.] the sonorous raptor-voice chimed in his head. [Though it is *extremely* difficult to talk to someone so... different from myself.]

"What have you done to my friends!?! Why are you doing this!?" Dietmar shouted. The raptors nearby seemed to understand what he was saying, but they also seemed indifferent to it. "Let go of their minds!!"

[Oh, I am not controlling anyone... directly. These human tansgens are merely in rut, as the conversion virus runs it's course. After a few days you will cease to be driven solely by the need to propagate the plague and change yourselves into saurials. Of course, full education will take some time. You are horribly underdeveloped creatures.]

"Ahhh... oh." Dietmar said. He didn't really have a good response to anything the alien queen was telling him. He looked over and saw that Sarah was about half-dinosaur at this point, hunched over and taking yet another raptor-dick in her ass. She certainly seemed all-too willing, to judge by her thick, throbbing erection and happy hisses. "So you're turning all of humanity into a bunch of gay raptors!? How-"

[You tire yourself with questions when you could be enjoying yourself with the others, human.] Even though the haziness of the non-verbal mental communication, Dietmar could sense her patronizing tone. [There now, ape. It is time for your consciousness to join a higher civilization. Don't worry; your uniqueness as a sentient will shall remain unharmed. But the 'long and short' of matters is that we need to repopulate this mining station as quickly as possible..."

"Why!?!" Dietmar shouted, more frustrated than before.

[Sigh. This is pointless. Here.] The raptor queen gestured her clawed hand at D, and as she did an invisible but very tangible force brushed against his cheek.

Strange visions flew through his mind as the raptor queen's mind touched his. He saw vast, brilliant, crystalline cities resplendent with technological wonders and enmeshed with symbiotic plants and animals of breathtaking beauty and variety. He saw strange structures of impossible size orbiting stars of every kind, the sheer scale of the stations enough to make his mind reel. He felt songs and poetry touch his touch, tasted good food in his belly and refreshing drink on his tongue, and took in the smell of safety and warmth from some long-lost and sacred place...

The psychic pulse continued, growing markedly lewder and more distinct. Instead of vague visions, Dietmar saw pack after pack after pack of naked, erect male raptors. He saw raptors wrestling naked with raging erections, competing over who would mate first. He saw strange-looking feathered raptors with bipedal, masculine bodies dancing around a bonfire, but between their legs the dancers had feminine, birdlike cloacas. He saw legions of black-clad armored raptors and starships bristling with esoteric weaponry. An entire civilization, born from earth and yet alien, reborn-? Even the psychic vision was too confusion to wholly absorb.

Finally, Dietmar saw a vision of the raptor queen, her floating form approaching him in a void of darkesss. She whispered something to him in the language of raptors, a word that he somehow understood as 'join'. Dietmar felt her scaly, clawed hand touch his face, stroke along his cheek, down his back, over his butt, and finally across his thigh.

Dietmar felt his skin burn hot wherever the ghostly image had touched him. As the it faded, Dietmar blinked his eyes and the hallucinatory images slowly disappeared, but a weird feeling remained in the back of his head. It was like an electric current was running through his head, albeit a very low strength one that was very pleasant.

Dietmar was dazed enough that he only noticed the raptor queen in front of him- for real this time- when she touched her hand to his face. Dietmar didn't even flinch at the surprising contact; his eyes slowly floated upward to look at the queen, and caught sight of her vermillion eyes. They contrasted brilliantly with her indigo, but the weight of them was a much greater thing.

The raptor queen smiled at him as Dietmar looked into her eyes, and stroked his face again. [There now... you're a big, sleek, scaly predator. You are a part of a strong pack who you will protect, and who will protect you. Join us, human...]

Dietmar felt his brain burn as the raptor queen continued to stroke his face. She turned his head from side to side with one of her clawed hands while gliding the other over his cheeks, mouth and developing snout. She was right; he couldn't resist her any more than the others he had seen converted. He wondered why more people hadn't escaped, and the queen was telling him exactly why. It felt so good to feel his whole body growing strong and muscular, scaly and tough!

He smiled sheepishly, realizing that the raptor queen's stroking wasn't so much out of affection as to examine how his face was mutating into a muzzle. It still felt good; really, *really* good. Dietmar felt as though raw heat was pouring from his face down through his chest and back into his butt with every rub of the queen's hand against his snout, his tail pushing firmer into the seat of his pants by the second.

Whatever she was doing seemed to shift his changes into overdrive. Waves of heat flushes through Dietmar's face and lower body, concentrating further around his butt, crotch and tail-stub. Dietmar groaned as his lower body exploded out of his boxers and pants simultaneously, shreds of his shorts hanging onto his short tail for a brief moment before the strangely-liberating sensation of bursting through his own clothing makes the changing human shiver. The scraps of cloth fall off his rear, leaving him buck-naked save for his shirt. Below him, his penis throbbed heavily, mostly human in appearance but much larger and sprouting from a distinctly reptilian genital slit.

Dietmar stumbled around in a daze, rubbing his enlarged, protruding face with one hand before brushing it through his sweaty hair. He had changed massively from whatever psychic force the queen had used on him; his whole lower body was scaly and saurial, if still vaguely human. Dietmar felt oddly vertiginous from how he had to balance on his feet, which had grown into scaly paws but were still hot and tingly and half-asleep. He could hardly believe those were *his* feet now; even half-developed there was no mistaking the huge three-toed, clawed feet for anything human. Dietmar rubbed his face, feeling a momentary lapse of bodily horror as he strode about on his massively-grown legs, feet twitching with each step as he had to find the place near his huge scaly toes to put his awkward weight.

[There we go... isn't that better? No need to wear clothes when your body is perfectly suited for everything itself...] The queen continued to psychically whisper.

Dietmar felt her before he saw her; she began to stroke his tail, and as she did he felt the complusion to *push* from his tailbone. He pushed, and felt an immediate sensation of stretching relief as his tail grew fuller and longer. Dietmar flexed his butt and the new muscles in his developing knub of tail, feeling odd ticklish tingles through the new appendage as he inadvertently curled his tail upward. The furthest parts of his tail, especially the pointed tip, felt numb and cool compared to the more developed tailbase that she was touching. It was surreal; he was actually changing into a dinosaur, it was turning him on like crazy, and yet the most erotic thing he could possibly imagine would be if she kept stroking his tail until it was all done growing-!

Dietmar wagged his thick, growing tail behind him, feeling tingles of satisfaction run through his thickly-muscled ass as he kept pushing it outward. Thicker and longer and meatier by the second... growing the new limb from his backside felt even better than having his manhood alter into a raptor's penis. Dietmar's dick slowly curved and thickened below his crotch as the queen took note, moving to Dietmar's side and stroking Dietmar's body from his head down to his tailtip with the back of her claws. The changing human shivered as the female raptor's clawtips dragged ran over the sensitive, flushed skin around his neck, but the sensation dulled as her claws progressed down his leathery back, and all the way to his scaly butt and completely saurial tail. Dietmar curled up his longer thicker tail to meet her claws, and then looked up into her eyes with a contented smile.

The queen smiled at Dietmar. [I'm afraid I'm a little too busy to get messy right now, so I'll have to leave this to your friends. I'm sure that's alright with you boys, now isn't it?]

With that, the queen floated to the top of the obelisk, and then disappeared in a flash of light. The moment later, one-by-one the horny raptors surrounding Dietmar moved into place around him, and then turned around, raising up their tails and presenting their big, scaly asses while hissing taunts and rawking catcalls at him.

Dietmar couldn't understand what they were saying, but somehow he could understand exactly what they meant. They were telling him, in a not-so-subtle, not-exactly-politic way that they wanted him to kiss their tailholes. To prove he was one of the pack now.

Dietmar stared at the raptors around him, feeling trapped in more way than one. He felt like something had really gotten into his thoughts since the raptor queen had spoken to him. He had a big, scaly butt and a growing tail, and now he was looking at a bunch of sexy raptor asses. Dietmar turned around in a circle trying to avert his eyes, but he was completely walled in by the taut raptor butts. Four, five, six sly, devious grins met his eyes from the predatory dinos, who curled their tails high up into the air and slowly waved their meaty, musky asses in his face. Between their legs, the turgid, erect, curved length of their raptor-cocks bobbed and dribbled long strands of dino-pre...

Dietmar wanted- NEEDED!- to be closer to his strong, sexy, saurial pack-mates. He needed to smell their musk, needed to feel the tightness and strength of their scaly bodies against his, needed to taste the warmth and texture of the scales on the rock-solid hindquarters being wagged in his face!

Dietmar moved forward slowly and deliberately, putting his hands on the thick flanks of the closest dinosaur. The lucky raptor made a sharp chirp as Dietmar pressed his developing snout up against the dinosaur's tail, hugging the thick, meaty appendage as he nuzzled against it. Dietmar shivered with pleasure just from the feeling of holding the raptor's warm, strong tail. He started licking at the smooth, soft scales that lined the underside of the raptor's butt, enjoying the salty, leathery, sweat-like sheen of musk immensely.

Enraptured by the masculine smell and taste of the raptor's rear scales, Dietmar found himself licking lower and lower, until the growing length of his tongue stuck in the puckered leathery folds of the raptor's tailhole. A sweat-like musk oozed from the dinosaur's backside, making the taut hole just slick enough for Dietmar to push his tongue inside. The raptor found this tailhole treatment to be very pleasant, and pushed his hefty rear hard against Dietmar's face while chirring in approval.

Dietmar moaned into the raptor's butt as the dino bucked against his muzzle. It felt so good to give in completely to the raptor plague and lick dino ass. There was something so perversely intimate in shoving his tongue in such a musky and intimate place, knowing that forcing someone to lick your tailhole was both a way for a raptor to show another where his place was in the pack... or a way for a predator to prepare his prey for mating. Dietmar felt his dick throb with unnatural weight and length below his legs as he sloppily tongued his packmate's muscular butt, pressing his face into the raptor's scaly haunches. The raptor's tailhole squeezed his tongue pleasantly when the dino wagged his tail, and Dietmar could feel his face stretching into more of a proper muzzle the more he licked his packmate's warm, tender hole.

Suddenly, a tail slapped against the tail above Dietmar's head. Dietmar looked to the side to see another one of his packpate's butts had been shoved against his face, and was shocked when a third raptor backed his ass up into the side of his head. The three raptors began to hiss and chirr together as the ground their huge scaly rears against their newest convert, playfully suqeezing and pushing Dietmar between their butts before he ended up stumbling face-first into a fourth raptor's butt.

This raptor was hornier and more possessive; he shoved Dietmar backwards with his rump until the raptor-legged human fell backwards onto his tail. The dinosaur awk'ed triumpahntly and took the opportunity to back his butt up right into the human's snout, sitting down on Dietmar's face. The raptor made a soft, hissing laugh as he rocked backwards onto his tail, smooshing his musky tailhole right over the human's snout. Then, using his foreclaws with the sort of intelligence and dexterity Dietmar had never ever seen in a movie dinosaur, the raptor grabbed hold of his erection- as well as Dietmar's- and began to grind their hard throbbing cocks together.

Mashing his own dinosaur dick against the other male's while he kissed the raptor's butt good and deep, Dietmar and his partner came at nearly the same time. As soon as Dietmar felt the hot rush of an orgasm run through his mate's raptorhood, his own throbbing shaft began to unleash it's load. Dietmar thrust and bucked his erupting dinocock against the other raptor's cumming rod, the twin geysers of their hot, sticky, infectious seed splurting together before coating Dietmar's lower body and the grass underneath them.

As the raptor leapt off his face, Dietmar rolled up- leaving a bunch of hair behind as his head was now mostly covered in scales- only to find himself face-to-butt with another one of his new friends. Smiling with satisfaction as he began to bond with another in his pack, the young raptor slid his snout near the other male's tail-hole only to notice that the other raptor's musk was really familiar.

The dinosaur wagging his butt in Dietmar's face turned around and grinned at him, curled his tailtip upwards as he did. Suddenly, Dietmar realized that he was look at Wanda!

"Wanda! F-fuck! No offense, but you... you are so hot like this. You want me to lick your ass, too?"

She made a bunch of weird hissing and clicking noises that Dietmar couldn't understand but which felt vaguely familiar anyway. Realizing he couldn't understand raptor yet, Wanda simply nodded her head and licked her leathery lips.

Feeling much better now that he had been re-united with his friends, Dietmar was in a state of bliss as he began to explore his old friend's new anatomy, licking all around the broad seat of her thick, tailed raptor rump. Only after she grew impatient and began to whip her tail against his back did Dietmar start to kiss her tailstar, making out with the taut leathery circumference of her hole before rimming the inside.

Wanda chirped and growled rapidly, flexing her hole around Dietmar's face, clearly enjoying the feeling of her friend's tongue inside the muscular ring of her hot tailhole. The tense muscle took a lot of force to lick and Dietmar found his tongue wearing out like he'd been chewing gum all day, but before too long a numb energetic sensation took over and Dietmar felt his tongue grow bigger and wider and stronger. The rest of his face was not far behind, pushing out into a longer muzzle the more he licked his friend's backside. He snorted, feeling an itch as his nose melted down into a part of his snout.

Wanda pulled her rump away, and turned to face Dietmar as another raptor walked over to the pair. It was Sarah! Sarah bobbed her head up and down as she walked towards her friends, her tail-hole dripping with hot raptor cream and her slitted eyes hazed with bliss. When she reached them, she lifted a leg, showing off her hard, bobbing raptor-cock, quite proud of her new dick and it's masculine potency.

The three friends exchanged lustful looks, admiring each other's sleek, transformed bodies. Dietmar looked down at his hands self-consciously, noting that he was still a little bit human and feeling embarrassed by the fact, while the former girls pressed their muzzles together and kissed. Dietmar looked up in time to see the two raptors pushing their muzzles towards his, nuzzling his snout and neck affectionately. He felt warm tingles run across his cool scales as his former friends and current pack-mates nuzzled and licked his muzzle, nuzzling and licking them back.

Dietmar felt his neck lengthen and grow a thicker coating of scales as he and his friends kissed and nuzzled, though over time Sarah was pulling him closer and closer to her and monopolizing his face, something Wanda reluctantly let happen. Sarah and he made out passionately for a few seconds afterwards, their flat, broad dino-tongues mashing together, and against the insides of the slimy pink maws, and around their sharp, meat-tearing teeth. Dietmar shivered, the intimacy he shared with the other close-bonded apex predator males feeling beyond amazing for the former human. Sarah pulled away from their kissing just long enough to flop over onto her side before rolling onto her back, spreading her taloned paws aside and displaying her bare tail-hole to Dietmar with a sly smile on her muzzle.

Dietmar needed little further prompting, pressing his dinosaur self lower and towards and into his pack-mate. Instinct guided his changed body better than before, and he found himself easily sliding his curved raptorhood into Sarah's tight leathery tailhole. Her own rapor-dick throbbed and gushed against his belly as he finished pushing himself into her, feeling a massively rush of satisfaction through his powerful saurial body as he bottomed out inside the other raptor's taut, scaly ass. He was struck by how he could feel her tail through his as he rocked himself back and forth inside her, taking hold of her scaly hands as they both rawred and hissed in sexual ecstacy.

Scales crept up Dietmar's arms, wrists, and finally his hands as he fucked S's tight raptor ass, though the feeling of growth and strength in his changed arms felt like little compared to his massively-muscled legs. Dietmar's chest continued to expand, pushing out into a dinosaur's lower belly and straining the limits of his shirt's buttons. It felt like he was changing more with every thrust he made inside his friend's sweet tailhole, his whole body growing longer and heavier as he and Sarah mated. He needed this, needed to be inside another male, needed to plant his seed inside them, and claim them as his!

Dietmar was so focused on breeding his friend's butt that he made no notice of Wanda behind him, licking her scaly lips and wagging her tail as she watched Dietmar mate Sarah. Below her legs, her own raptorhood jiggled needily, slickening itself with dinosaur pre as she watched her friends fuck. After a bit though, the sight of the transforming Dietmar burying his cock into Sarah's willing tailhole was too much for her, and she decided to jump in on the action. Literally.

Dietmar cried out in a warble as Wanda pounced on his back, her curved raptordick smoothly sliding down under his tail as Wanda hooked his leg and yanked it upwards. She took but a moment to adjust her aim before pushing her hips lower, penetrating Dietmar's tailhole in one long smooth thrust. Falling foward as his tailhole was totally taken, Dietmar found his own raptorhood sliding back deep into Sarah's clenching pucker. Dietmar's muzzle fell to the left of Sarah's muzzle as he was sandwiched between the two other horny scaly males, feeling the newly-grown muscles in his tail twitching and tingling madly as his tailhole was forced to spread around Wanda's huge thick curved cock. He could feel the bestial heat radiating through his friend's slimy dick as she took his saurial virginity, just as eager to breed as he was if not more so.

The three raptors, hissed and groaned and clenched each other tight, their tails tensing and muscles pouding as they made rough scale-slapping love together. The extremely horny trio did not last long in their coupling, but what the threesome lacked in length it more than made up for it in sheer animal passion. Dietmar felt the last of his transformation complete itself with his tail growing out it's last few inches and the talons on his toes curling into deadly killing tools right as he could hold back no more, burying his footlong raptor cock inside Sarah's tailhole and squirting over a liter of thick, sticky dino cum into her scaly ass. Not long after, he felt Wanda start to cum inside his own butt, slapping her groin against his scaly backside and continuing to buck into him as she came fountains of thick sperm inside his hole. Dietmar's eyes would have watered with pleasure if they still could have as the twinned sensations of release and filling ran through his saurial body, feeling at that moment as if he had been destined to be a raptor from the moment he had been born.

Wanda dismounted from his back, her claws ripping the remains of his shirt off his scaly back as she did so. She tossed it on the ground behind him. Dietmar flexed his rear backwards and turned his head towards his rump, taking in the oddly-erotic sight of his own tail-hole leaking a lot of creamy raptor-seed before he looked down at his shirt. Seeing the last of his clothing on the grass made a hot shiver run through the new raptor; it was like he was looking at the last of his own discarded humanity. But rather than pangs of loss or feelings of alienation, Dietmar felt as though he had been freed, liberated from an existence lesser and more confined.

The three dinosaurified friends spent the rest of the evening fucking each other, hunting down humans to change (which they did in some very fun and creative ways) and tending to the sexual needs of the Queen's praetorians, the bigger and beefier armored raptors who all had literally millions of years of sexual tension to release. There was a brief moment for Dietmar, between rounds of sucking salty-sweet dinosaur dicks with his formerly-female friends, that he remembered that the three of them had been mere humans looking for ice cream that very afternoon, but it soon passed. Instead, he enjoyed having hot dino-cream packed deep into his tail-hole from no less than a dozen raptor-cocks, forcing a pair of human brothers to share his dick as he changed them, and having Sarah lick his ass while Wanda sucked his raptor-cock. His leathery pucker was sore and oozing warm thick gobs of saurial semen by the time the alien warriors let him and his friends sleep, and his own shaft was sore and flaccid from countless climaxes.

Yet even as he fell into slumber from sheer exhaustion, his head resting safe on the flank of another raptor, erotic dreams and urges filled Dietmar's sleeping mind. He was still in the throes of the raptor-plague heat phase just like the queen had said, and it would be another day and a half before the urge to spread the mutagen would cease it's tireless call. But for now, the only thing occupying the mind of the former human was how nice a pillow Wanda's raptor butt made on a bed of grass.

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The days that followed were strange ones for the changed friends. After the heat had left them, they found that virtually the entire world had been turned into raptors as well. Their pack was organized into a larger legion of raptors, under the command of three feathered raptors. Since all of France had already been converted, the feathered dinosaurs taught them how to build large turbined machines along the coasts. The devices, one of the feathered raptors explained, were to alter the earth's oceans to a more preferable balance. But strangely, understanding the fantastically complicated machine's inner workings came easily to every one of the changed dinosaurs.

They also had a intuitively grasp for their new language, the chirrs and rawrs and barks and awks as easy and fluid for them as thought. Dietmar tried saying a few words in french one day, and found that he could manage them with his altered throat but they were quite tricky. It was almost like trying to whistle. Wanda and another packmate heard him and joined in, and the three of them held an awkward but passable conversation that devolved into hissing laughters for the three dinos.

It had been funny because they hadn't really thought much about their old lives, after but a few nights had passed. Dietmar knew that he himself felt full of joie de vivre, working hard on making the earth a better habitat for his scaly compatriots while wearing nothing more than his toolbelt and some safety gloves (to protect things -from- his claws). It was almost weird how well he fit into the role of a dinosaur engineer, his big ass and long tail happily wagging behind him as he and his friends worked on the ocean modifiers. In a way though, it made sense to him. People and raptors were both pack animals, were they not? And, as he learned, the raptors *had* come from earth themselves, long, long ago; spreading across the galaxy in successive waves of advance and decline that presented even the raptors themselves with a a history so vast and deep as to stretch into myth.

Other parts of raptor society were even weirder than their ancient history. Dietmar and his friends learned they'd all been turned into gay male dinos because population in their civilization was strictly controlled. The genetically-modified species lived naturally for millenia, and their predatory and competitive instincts found natural release in the shared passion of mating. Their bodies were ideally suited for anal sex in all kinds of ways that Dietmar rarely thought about, but appreciated a great deal. A minority of the raptor population were the bulkier warrior hybrids, who served as an elite class apart the other males rarely saw. The feathered males were the courtier class of the raptor species, and served in the vast majority of the leadership and scientific roles. They had female cloacas between their legs, though they were feathery and often wore clothing so Dietmar rarely got a glimpse of one, though the sweet musky smell always gave them away. The psychic queens, which Dietmar had yet to see again, were the only true females; they laid eggs, but those eggs were incubated by their courtiers inside their cloacas and impregnated by whatever males were chosen by the queen. 'Males', with an emphasis on the plural, because sperm competition was something the genetics-obsessed raptors healthily encouraged.

After a few months, things were settling in nicely. He noticed his own work going well; the water was getting much cleaner and more comfortable to swim in. Other raptor legions had been at work disassembling human civilization and it's garbage, constructing more obelisk-machines to pump massive quantities of carbon dioxide into the air, and planting lush hunting jungles that thrived in the altered earth. Dietmar and his pack went from sleeping wherever they felt on the grass in a big scaly lump, to sleeping in a nice cozy den together. Over time, the raptors built enough of a manufacturing base to provide them with some fantastic alien technology, including wrist communicators, nearly weightless and built tough enough for claws. Dietmar noticed with amusement that the raptors didn't bother censoring what anyone said on the relaunched 'internet', including the tiny minority of people who protested their occupation. Ending war, hunger, disease, social unrest and environmental collapse had bought the aliens a lot of goodwill with most of the former humans of earth, however, and eventually even those posters seemed to change their minds or give up.

One day, Dietmar approached one of the feathered leaders of his legion, and asked when they were going to start mining.

The raptor snorted with laughter. "Mining is done by drones. They'll need to be serviced, of course, but after enough launch facilities are constructed and we can build a proper wormhole away from the solar gravity well, we'll bring in the reconstructors."

"Rrr, I see," Dietmar said, feeling a little foolish.

"Don't worry; there's always more work to be done. But we certainly don't plan on hollowing out the whole planet; it just has a lot of useful minerals. We came back because... it's just nice to be back home," the raptor said, leaning over and licking Dietmar on his snout.

Dietmar felt his raptorhood firm up inside his slit as the other earthling kissed him. He could smell the other raptor's femsex, and noticed that the feathers on the face of the birdlike male in front of him were ever-so slightly raised. Dietmar grinned, recognizing the subtle signs of arousal in the other dino. He had wondered for a long time what it would feel like to bury his big, powerful cock inside another dino's cloaca, and it seemed like he was about to find out...