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**Raptor Pack Rape

By: Veronica Foxx

For: NxPaqu**

Alex flicked the button on the recorder at his waist, turning on both visual and audio pickup, and carefully, slowly turned his head to scan the area around him.

"Timestamp," he said quietly, counting on the software to record the appropriate time and date. "I have made contact with the locals. While they appear very similar to dinosaurs from my own world, they seem to have made a bit more progress towards sentience than our own native species ever did. As can be seen, they have designs of some kind painted onto bared scales and some feathers look to have been dyed or painted. This may signify rank or may simply be gender-specific differentiation. The morphology appears to be similar to the raptor family Dromaeosauridae, though not quite matching any species I am aware of."

The wolf paused, turning his attention back to the center after having taken in the ring of natives that surrounded him. The largest, and presumably the leader, stood before him, chittering and garbling to its fellows, gesturing to him with its foreclaws. They were no doubt as surprised at his appearance as he was at theirs. It had taken him several days of tracking to find the source of the tracks and artifacts he had found scattered through the primeval forest, but he hadn't expected to discover it by stumbling right into the middle of the hunting pack.

All in all, he was mostly grateful that they hadn't attacked him on sight, though that would have been rather unusual behavior. Most predators would back down and flee when faced with an unfamiliar possible threat in their territory. With the rise of intelligence, however, came curiosity. While the pack had been somewhat hostile and wary at first, that had given way to examination at a distance when he had offered no immediate violence to them. He stood still as possible, attempting to radiate calm and serenity, not wanting to waste this opportunity.

"They do not appear to carry weapons aside from crude knives," he observed for the recording. "These look to be made of flint or a similar stone, with a rough binding at the end to be held. Most likely, these are tools rather than true weapons. Their natural armament is likely all they need for hunting. Some also have belts made from dried vines, with pouches hanging from them. These no doubt carry the implements used to make the fires I have been finding, and possibly some other useful items. I will be very interested to-"

He cut off as the chatter suddenly fell silent and all eyes turned to him. He met the leader's eyes, and it lifted its head, standing up straighter, lips peeling back to reveal its fangs. The wolf hastily lowered his gaze, taking it to mean that he had made some kind of non-verbal threat or dominance display. As his eyes swept downwards, he noticed that the leader had bands of some kind of hide or leather around its wrists and ankles, a few feathers and shiny stones attached to them, almost certainly marks of rank since none of the others looked to have them.

He did his best to keep his breathing calm and maintain his calm demeanor as it stepped forward in a sudden burst, lunging so near that the tip of its snout was nearly touching his own nose. He felt the gust of breath against the fur of his snout, and couldn't help but focus his gaze on the end of its nose. Its skin was pebbled rather than truly scaley, a line of feathers traling along the ridge of its snout from just behind the nostrils to a crest at the top of its head. More flared at elbows and ankles, and he could see a line trailing down its tail from rump to a plume at the tip, all rusty brown tinged with a reddish hue at the outer edge.

His observations were again interrupted when it butted its snout rudely against his chest. His hands raised defensively to push it away only to be halted by a sharp snarl and a gape of fangs. He glanced into its eyes for a moment before dropping both hands and gaze once more, holding himself still as it sniffed at his clothing. This would seem to be some kind of greeting or familiarization ritual, no doubt taking in his scent to make note of him.

He held still even as the raptor's nose lowered, reaching his groin. It sniffed there for a few moments before pulling back to give a light sneeze and shake its head. Turning its head over its shoulder, the leader chitter-squawked something at its cohorts before continuing its examination. The scientist trailed it with his eyes, otherwise unmoving, as it circled around behind him. This time, it wasted little time on his upper body, quickly moving its sniffing down to his rump, nuzzling its surprisingly warm snout up beneath his tail.

Alex shifted slightly, a bit uncomfortable with the close examination of his backside, and jumped when he suddenly felt a claw slip beneath the band of his pants. He tried to pull away but was stopped yet again by a snarl, this time accompanied by a nip of sharp fangs at his tail. Gulping, the wolf balled his hands into fists at his side and determined to hold still no matter what. "No matter what" became a bit hard to bear, though, as more claws slid beneath his clothing, followed by a quick rough tug that pulled his trousers down to hang around his ankles. It could be similar to feral canines, he mused, gathering information from the pheromones emitted by the anal gland...

The wolf let out a yelp at a sudden headbutt against the small of his back. With his legs obstructed, he couldn't help but fall, landing on hands and knees. He glanced back at the leader and noticed something that caused him to gulp yet again. A sleek, pinkish red appendage hung down from between the creature's legs. It had a slight curve to it, tapering from a bulge at the genital slit towards a more slender tip, with a slight bulge denoting the head before it came to a point.

Alex attempted to crawl away while grabbing at his pants at the same time, but was jerked to a halt by a firm grasp on his tail. The leader let out a harsh, high-pitched screech at him, freezing him in place, then chittered to the surrounding tribals. The let out trills and hoots, bobbing in place as if in celebration, and the wolf felt the pit of his stomach sliding downwards towards his toes. This was not the kind of introduction he had been hoping for, and it was most definitely not the kind of thing he had signed up for!

There was, however, very little he could do about it, surrounded as he was by obviously predatory beings with more natural weapons than most soldiers carried, and certainly more armament than he carried. If he hadn't left his pack at camp, he would at least have a tranquilizer gun and some flash bangs, but these were the only large predators he had come across, and he hadn't expected to find himself in this kind of situation. He felt the grip on his tail loosen only to be followed by two sets of claws teasing along his rump, drifting up along his sides to take a grip at the utility vest he wore over his shirt, the hind legs of the creature moving forward to straddle his own tangled legs.

The scientist could only let out a soft whine at the feel of warm flesh nudging up against the underside of his tail. A burst of heated moisture only confirmed his fears. Sharp teeth teased at the fur of his neck, the leader letting out a soft rumble akin to a purr. Then came the thrust. The unfortunate wolf let out a yelp as his tailhole was skewered, jumping forward only to be pulled back by the claws digging into his vest. Strong jaws clamped against his neck almost hard enough to break skin. A warning growl was the last warning he received before it began pumping into him.

He hissed at the burn of the barely lubricated entrance, feeling like he was being punched in the gut each time the 'raptor's bony hips slammed into his own. Its... well, his shaft was easily eight inches long at minimum, and probably longer. The pre it drizzled was only barely helping to ease the friction, and the leader had obviously no intention of taking it any slower or easier. The wolf gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the dirt as he did his best to endure the pain, but that wasn't all he was bearing.

The cock that impaled him was a good two inches across at least, as wide as his own knot, and it was doing something to him that he disliked almost as much as he did the rape itself. With each thrust, each bottoming out, the thick base pressed against his prostate, sending a tingle of pleasure into his own groin. It was embarrassing, shameful, and outlandish that he should be getting hard, but there was nothing to hide the fact. He could feel the humid air of the jungle against his own maleness as it rose further and further from his sheath.

Hoping against hope, he bore it as best he could, trying to focus more on the pain than on the growing spikes of pleasure that jolted him. He couldn't help the twitch and jump of his fully erect shaft with each thrust, but he could try to deny that he felt the growing ball of heat in the pit of his stomach, try to deny that he was being made to enjoy this offensive violation. And yet, when the leader slammed into him for a final time and let out a triumphant trill, his body betrayed him. The shaft lodged in his rear swelled, not as much as a canine knot would, but larger than it had been. As hot jets of dinosaur semen coated his bowels, his own splattered onto the leaf litter beneath him.

The leader only remained buried inside him for a minute or so before pulling free, its seed adding enough slipperiness to do so without waiting for the slight swelling to decrease. Alex could only sigh and whimper, hoping that the ordeal was over. That, however, was not to be so. He glanced upwards as a bit of wetness dropped onto his nose to find another tapered shaft hovering above his head. Then the tribal creature stepped over him to straddle his rear end. He was definitely not going to recommend further exploration of this particular world...

The End