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That Irresistible Urge

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: FriskeCrisps

Robbie was devastated. It was possibly the worst day of his entire life. Not only had his mom come to school to teach his class, she had been teaching about the Mating Dance. And she had purposefully called him out to talk about his feelings during the lesson. He had thought that the day before was the worst, his feet moving of their own volition, carrying him into the Dance in front of both his crush and his entire class. That had been followed by his sister Charlene teasing him into dancing at the dinner table until he'd been forced to flee. But no. Oooooh no. No, his mom just had to make it even worse than that.

He was devastated. His life was over. There was no way that Caroline would ever be seen in public with him, if he could ever show his face in public again to begin with. And worst of all, his mom would be back tomorrow to teach the class again. Any thoughts of Caroline or the Mating Dance set his toes to tapping and his leg to swirling, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

"Earl, you wouldn't believe how bright the kids in Robbie's class are," his mother gushed as they came home. "They asked so many interesting questions! Although, Robbie, you were rather quiet. Was it embarrassing to have me teaching the class?"

He exploded at her. He wasn't even sure what he was saying. He just let out all of the frustration he was feeling at her and stormed away to his room, hoping to escape any further matronly horror that she might come up with.

"I gotta stop thinking about this stuff!" he told himself as he stormed into his room and slung a chair around to sit in front of his television. "I gotta clear my mind!"

If he could just find something else to fill his thoughts, then maybe he could keep from doing anything else to make the day worse. Unfortunately, it seemed like fate was conspiring against him. He was relieved at first to have a flower festival being announced when he turned the tv on, but then the announcer added that it would also be a wet t-shirt contest. He changed the channel in terrified haste, only to find an advertisement for Theropods Gone Wild! He hit random buttons on the remote, hoping against hope that there would be something, anything, else on to redirect his attention.

Somehow, though, he had managed to hit just the right combination of numbers, or just the wrong combination, and found himself staring at a mesmerizing hadrosaur. Her soothing, sensual voice drew him in and stoked the burning urges that had been tormenting him for the last few days.

"Call me, and we can do the Mating Dance all night long," she promised with the toll number flashing above her head.

Her coral scales were nearly the same shade as Caroline's, which may have been what kept him from changing the channel once more. The way she moved her lips to shape each word kept his eyes glued to the screen, imagining his high school crush in her place, and he could feel his legs twitching to move. Then the commercial ended and he found himself looking at the thick, sturdy tail of a female dromaeosaur as her hips swished from side to side, hips twisting to swirl that thick appendage in a circular motion. She had a partner on the screen, but his eyes were fastened to the female, ignoring all else, his mind's eye envisioning Caroline Foxworth in her place.

He felt himself beginning to move even as he gave up and let his thoughts roam. He could feel the erection jutting from between his legs, the air cool against his sensitive flesh, but the heat that filled his belly kept it warm and hard. He thrust the chair away, letting his feet carry him into the instinctive steps, his eyes fastened on the screen. Left and slide, right and twirl, forward and grind, back and forward again.

He felt himself matching the dromaeosaur as best he could, his imagination continuing to supply him with images of his crush. It replaced the male partner on screen with himself, and he could almost feel the hot, wet clasp of her leaking vent when their hips came together. He spun, he thrust, he slid his feet across the floor, matching her moves with his own. He felt the heat growing, forming a tight ball that drove his feet faster.

Then the Dance on screen changed, and he felt that tight ball of heat nearly explode. It was difficult to contain, but he felt entranced, as if he could do nothing more than mimic what he saw on the television. The dromaeosaur sank down to her knees, hips still swivelling and swirling, shaking that deliciously thick tail, but the angle of the camera changed to show from the partner's perspective, gazing down at her.

Robbie's hips shimmied and thrust in time with the action on screen, again nearly feeling the sensations that the male must be enjoying. His pelvis inscribed a circle, pulling back and pressing forward, stroking his shaft between tender lips, against a rolling tongue, her hands stroking against his thighs as he graped the sides of her head. Then she rose up once more to press herself tightly against the male, their groins meeting once more. One leg rose to curl about his waist, and she leaned back so far that her head nearly touched the floor, back arched delicately, her thick tail helping to support her along with the clasped hand she held with her partner.

Robbie wanted to stop there, to keep the fantasy from going too far. He wanted anything he did with Caroline to be real, but the heat inside him was too much to ignore. He couldn't stop the movement of his feet, couldn't squash the ball of pressure that grew in his gut. The male on screen began to spin, twirling the dromaeosaur around, and Robbie could feel the sudden burst of the heat within him. He spun himself as well, feeling the hot rush of seed spurting from his loins, pulsing through his twitching shaft to splatter the floor, his bed, the walls, even a splash across the television.

It was a marvelous release, possibly the best feeling that he had ever experienced, and certainly the best thing that he had felt in the last week. It was a flood of relief and release that left him tingling and exhausted, nearly ready to collapse to the floor. And that was the moment that his mother chose to barge into his room.

Robbie spun once more before he realized she was there, his body freezing in place in mid-step. He scrambled to shut off the television, hugging himself against it meanwhile to hide his boner, struggling to find any words that might explain what he had been doing.

He only managed to stutter out a surprised, "Mom!"

Despite her own obvious shock, motherly instinct seemed to take over. "Oh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's perfectly natural, what um... what you're doing..."

He flopped his head against the top of the television set and banged it several times, unable to think of a single thing that could make it worse. That is until his sister, Charlene, put her head in and gaped the mess he had made.

"Wow, I guess that lesson mom taught your class got you even more worked up than Caroline Foxworth, huh?" the plate-crested girl observed with a wicked glint in her eye. "I'm sure everyone at school would love to hear about this."

"Charlene Sinclair, don't you dare!" their mother began. "Robbie is going through a hard time right now, and..."

Robbie tuned it out and just banged his head some more. This was definitely the worst day ever...

The End