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Millions of years of evolution, and yet it was still tough to get over old hang-ups.

Jiro knew it as well as anyone. The raptor had heard and lived his share of the stereotypes and mores. It was a fully integrated society, but there were still divisions, usually on the basis of 'herbivore' and 'carnivore' types. The terms were largely outdated, as they'd all evolved to a degree of omnivory, though the plant-eater types still seemed to favor a diet heavier on the non-meats, and the historical carnivores were still heavier on the meats. That might also have been part of the norms rather than actual need or preference, but it still didn't matter much - after all, they weren't eating each other, so what did it matter whose diet was whose?

But still, it was clear that there was a line there. And while the line wasn't exactly rigid, it still had its effects. Carnivores tended to congregate with carnivores, herbivores with herbivores...mixed groups were not necessarily uncommon, in fact pretty much a necessity in the modern world, but you still wouldn't see them as much. And there were also suggestions of societal roles in there - carnivores were the go-getters, risk-takers, the ones who took chances and got ahead, while herbivores were the passive ones, the rocks which kept things rolling, rarely getting in power positions but usually content with whatever they got. From an early age, those were the images presented to saurians of all kinds, and while a common theme presented by everyone was that anyone could be anything they wanted to be, it didn't overpower the impression that there was something you were SUPPOSED to be.

If that was the case, Jiro had missed the memo by a freaking parsec.

He'd always been a more bookish type growing up - he was reading farther back than he could remember, and was ahead of his peers all through school. His parents, thankfully, were pretty liberal about these things and encouraged his interests and talents, but not everyone had been as accommodating...he remembered numerous times over his formative years that teachers and other adults had chastised him for going over into the corner to read rather than going out and getting active. His peers were also pressuring him, trying to get him more into sports and things like that, and sometimes he would indulge them, but he never really got into them...he did have a lean, athletic frame, but poor coordination and lacking stamina, so he was never much more than average at anything they did.

On the other hand, he was well above average in his grades, rivaling many of the smartest herbivores, and when it came time to socialize they soon became his first choice. He could keep up with any of them, and there was a mutual admiration - he admired their sharp minds and keen intellects, they admired that he didn't follow the usual trend of carnivores despite the pressure he got. As the years went on he was spending more and more time with them, to the confusion of anyone who seemed to think the norms of society were rules to be followed rather than just the typical way things happened.

And naturally, the more he stayed on that side of the line, the more comfortable he was. Notoriously risk-averse, careful, thoughtful, a planner, reserved, these were all traits that were more 'herbivore' than 'carnivore.' Sometimes he joked that he was a herbivore in a carnivore's body, which at this point those who knew him were inclined to agree. It served him well, though, in his position as a programmer - a job that was extremely heavily tilted towards the herbivores, so much that he wasn't just the only carnivore in his department, but in the whole company. A fact which could have put him very much on the outside looking in, or feeling very isolated, but he got along so famously with herbivores that he was quick to fit right in.

The work day was just finishing up, most of the others had knocked off for the day. Jiro was one of only a couple people left there...he had just a couple lines left that he wanted to check, they'd been bugging him for a while and he didn't like to leave a troubleshooting issue lingering unless he'd literally exhausted everything he could think of. But finally things compiled properly, and he was able to log off with a sense of completion and satisfaction...that was always a good feeling, it was too bad that he couldn't have that every time. Some days things just didn't go as well.

"Hey, Jiro." As he was standing up, he saw one of the supervisors, an ankylosaur named Harmon. "Some of us are going out for drinks at the usual place. You in?"

"Ah...maybe another time." Jiro felt a bit of a heat rise to his face as his mind went back to the text from his boyfriend. "I've got plans already."

"Ah. Hot date?"

"You could say that."

"Heh. Enjoy, then. See you tomorrow!"

With another chuckle and a wave, Jiro hefted his bag over his shoulder and headed out of the building. The parking lot had some pretty nice cars there - it was a pretty decent job as far as pay went, so the employees could afford some higher-quality vehicles. Jiro's stuck out pretty well, though - a lower-end, older vehicle of a reliable model, that he'd been driving since before he had the job. Sure, he could afford to upgrade, but...why? He was happy with what he had. Another very non-carnivore trait, frugal spending and conservative approach to finances and image. It wasn't like he was TRYING to go against type, it was just how he was...he simply did it very, very well.

Even his driving style was counter to type - he was a more defensive driver, cautious and non-aggressive. Other carnivores hated to ride with him, always getting on his case about not rushing into small gaps or telling him how he could shave off some seconds from the drive...it wasn't terribly common that he had other carnivores in the car, but it happened on occasion, and it was a fairly stressful experience most of the time. Much better with herbivores, who were very much a fan of his driving style...and he took a bit of pride in pointing out that he'd never been in a major accident, while most of those aggressive carnivores had been in multiple.

Thankfully, it was an uneventful drive, and he pulled into his driveway about twenty minutes later. This was the place that didn't seem to fit him, a three-story, super modern house with a nice large lawn. One who looked at his house might have been surprised that a guy with his kind of frugality and conservative behavior would live in such a large, luxurious-looking place...the easy response, though, was that it wasn't technically HIS house. He lived there, sure, but it hadn't been on his dime.

Stepping inside, he felt a nice warmth that served as a nice counter to the slightly nippy outside air. An adjustment that told him that he wasn't the first one in...he felt a shiver run down his spine at that thought. Funny how that was, he knew exactly what was coming, it wasn't exactly a rare event, but it still filled him with that thrill every time. And he didn't want to keep them waiting any more than he wanted to wait himself...his coat went up on the hanger and he started towards the stairs. Before he got far, though, he felt two enormous arms grab him and sweep him up against a rock-solid body, making him yeep a bit. Hot breath on the back of his neck forced a shudder out of him as he felt a slight nip just above his shirt collar. "About time...I'm in an impatient mood today. Needed a little bit of...extra fun. But now we can get to the real thing."

Jiro just nodded, eyes shut tight, a quiet mewl escaping him as he was carried bodily up the stairs, not resisting even a little bit. It was a familiar trip, this wasn't the first time THIS had happened either, but it was certainly a little less common than their usual way...but if it meant the one taking him was in one of his more aggressive moods, all the better. He kept his eyes shut until he felt the arms change their grip, and then turn and toss him...the feeling of weightlessness was briefly frightening, but it got his blood pumping and he loved it, and he knew he was in no danger as he landed back-first on the bed. Only then did he open his eyes and drink in the sight of the mountain of male in front of him.

The joke about Jiro being an herbivore in a carnivore's body was one he heard a fair bit...perhaps it was fitting, then, that his boyfriend was sometimes described as a carnivore in an herbivore's body. Krion, a triceratops, over eight feet tall and muscled like a bodybuilder, and as aggressive and forward as Jiro was calm and reserved...he owned his own business and made bank off of it, routinely outmaneuvering carnivore rivals who dared to underestimate him because of his heritage. Jiro had met him in a rather unusual way, he'd merely made a comment on a business page about flaws in some of his systems and ended up getting an invitation to meet him personally to discuss it further...it had gone rapidly from just business to highly personal, and for the last two years and change they'd been happy partners. Though there was a bit more to it than that...

Krion was everything Jiro was told HE was supposed to be. He had the carnivore go-getter, risk-taker attitude. He was the one with the flashy car, and the one who owned the house they lived in, the one who loved to show his wealth and make a statement with it. And he the one who was always in relentless pursuit of what he wanted...and when Jiro had been the target of that pursuit, it hadn't taken him long to allow himself to be caught. Being caught wasn't something that was supposed to happen to a predator. But Jiro was no predator...he was prey, and he loved it. The two were partners, yes, clearly together in a way that implied romance and emotional investment, but it was clear who had the power here, who was the partner-master and who was the partner-servant when they got frisky. And it wasn't the dynamic that society clearly expected and tacitly endorsed.

"You look a bit overdressed, Jiro." Krion was in his undershorts only, clearly having taken a bit of time to prepare for their fun. They wouldn't be on long, but first Jiro had to unwrap before he could get that prize. He didn't need any further prompting, quickly undoing his shirt and throwing it off to the side - he'd hang it up later, no way he was going to delay their fun further to guard against a few wrinkles. Same thing with his pants, though he had to be a bit slower with those to avoid doing damage with his toe claws, a risk when one had prohibitively large ones. By the time he'd wrestled those off, his own undershorts were tented and getting wet with his leaking...as he jerked those down, his shaft was exposed, a bit on the smaller side but certainly putting on a show of its eagerness.

And now he could look at Krion again, the triceratops having relieved himself of his last garment during the waiting period. His smile broadened at the sight of it...a thick, pulsing staff of meat with a flat head and two thick rings evenly spaced in the middle, easily doubling the length and girth of his own. A staff worthy of such a powerful and controlling creature, without question, and he was so glad that such a creature was willing to give it to him. He raised a finger and beckoned the raptor towards him. "Come and get it...ain't gonna take care of itself."

Jiro said nothing, just immediately scrambled off the bed and onto his knees in front of Krion. His mouth was almost watering as the pungent scent of the trike's musk hit his nose...without the slightest bit of reservation, he opened wide and pushed his maw down on the massive cock, burying it into his muzzle up to the first ring in an instant. Krion growled approvingly, his arms folded in front of his chest. "That's right, get a long, good taste, savor the flavor that I know you love."

He needed no encouragement for that. For all that he failed to follow prototypical standards for his kind, Jiro was in line with them on one thing - he was a meat lover, very keen on getting as much of it into his diet as possible. He hardly rejected other types of food, but he had a taste for meat that just needed to be sated. Pretty much any kind fit his tastes, but he also had a significant weakness for the freshest kind of meat...the kind his boyfriend fed into his maw on a very frequent basis. The taste of that trike flesh was obscenely good to him, the most absolute perfect flavor he could imagine, spiced with only the most natural compounds, tantalizing his tongue almost torturously. Never once had he been tempted to bite, despite finding it so delicious - that wasn't something one did to one's boyfriend, and that would render the taste inaccessible to him permanently - something he could never allow to happen.

But the delectable taste required work, too, and he got right to it, forcing the large, flat head down his throat as he pushed himself further onto that trike cock. This had been tough the first few times, Krion was just so BIG...but Jiro wanted to take him to the hilt just as much as Krion wanted to make him, and he'd worked on it until it was second nature. He probably could have shoved in from the start, forcing himself down until his face was right in that slit he loved, but that would take everything else too quickly, and he wanted to savor and make sure Krion could savor as well. What air he could draw in was heavily laden with trike musk, a thick and masculine scent that made his body quake in raw carnal thrill...his own meager cock throbbed almost achingly, pleading for attention that it wouldn't get. His pleasure was Krion's to provide at the trike's behest.

Finally, he pulled back one little bit more and then pushed himself forward, subjecting his throat to that stretch to its fullest as the point of his snout met Krion's slit. A deep, strained breath sent Jiro almost catatonic, the rawest musk and meatiest taste combining into a cascading euphoria that made a few synapses in the raptor's brain short out. But he was brought back by the deep baritone of his lover, rumbling amusedly. "As fun as it is to see you getting your fix, suckling isn't going to be enough to get me to erupt, my little meatslut."

Jiro flushed, and got back to proper work, pulling the cock partway out his muzzle and then forcing it back in, running his tongue along the underside as much as he could to help add to the stimulation. Krion could very easily have force-fucked him and Jiro wouldn't have been able to resist him in the slightest, but the trike much more enjoyed making Jiro do the work when it came to blowjobs, exerting his power not just over the raptor's body but his mind as well. Not that Jiro didn't enjoy that just as much, he was equally happy being a living toy for Krion and being an agent to deliver his pleasure on demand, but there was something a little special about actively bringing his partner-master to the heights of bliss. His arms wrapped around Krion's hips as he adjusted his position to speed up, rocking back and forth and glukking on that thick pole, brief moans escaping between the slurps, barely audible under Krion's as the trike got closer to the limit.

That, plus the sudden throbbing of that gargantuan staff, were clear signals to Jiro, ones he was all too familiar with after months of sating his glorious partner-master. He redoubled his efforts, eager to taste what Krion would choose to let him, working himself up and down on the cock he loved so much. His teeth grazed the ring just the slightest bit, enough to add a hint of edge to the sensations and yank Krion to the edge a touch faster, not fearing damaging that sensitive-yet-tough flesh that was currently his entire world. Jiro's jaw creaked a bit as another throb went through that spire, and as he pushed back down, a deep grunt from above him told him what was coming...only a fraction of a second before he felt a gush of fluid pulse down his throat, that first thick bolt of trike seed being delivered priority to his stomach. Eagerly the raptor rocked and sucked, pulling back and pushing forward to help work every pulse of cum out of Krion's blessed balls, relishing the feeling of that wonderful spunk flooding into him. The longer it went, the further back he pulled, until he was having to actively swallow Krion's load and able to savor the thick and salty flavor splashing all over his tongue. It was a challenge to keep up with his partner-master's productivity, but the many months of practice had gotten him very good at it, and only a few stray dribbles leaked from his maw as he milked Krion for all he could.

Even when the shots had tapered off and that throbbing was no more, Jiro was in no rush to remove himself, drawing back slowly to the tip and lavishing attention on that leaky head, his tongue pushing against the tip to clean away and stray strings of seed, his hands rubbing Krion's dick to ensure a thorough evacuation. Above him, Krion let out a quiet laugh and rubbed Jiro's head, in a way one might pet a good dog. "You're going to have to let go some time if you want this pounding your tailhole."

Jiro smiled up shyly at him as he finally released the trike's cock all the way. "If only I could have it in both ends at once."

"That would be a nifty trick, but you'll have to settle for not being greedy."

"It's hard not to be greedy for something so wonderful." Jiro pulled himself back up onto the bed, laying back and spreading his legs to invite Krion into his tailhole. "But you're the one who owns it, so...I can only beg of you, sir."

Krion smirked as he stepped forward, taking a slightly rough hold of the raptor's ankles and spreading them a bit wider, making Jiro gasp a bit - again, more vigor than Krion had every day, though not something totally unfamiliar. "You're the only one who DOESN'T have to beg, my dear pet. Every moment I'm sheathed in you is our own private heaven. And I'm feeling like ROCKING that heaven today."

"Ah...I-I'm all yours, sir..." Already Jiro was taking a tight grip on the covers, knowing that what was coming was going to be a fair bit extra rough. And that was perfectly fine by him, he'd taken everything from Krion from the gentlest and most sensual insertion to the wildest and roughest rutting those powerful muscles could produce, and just about anything was good in its own particular way. This was definitely going to be closer to the latter...Krion had his moods, sometimes he was calm and measured and sometimes he needed to work off steam. This was a steam day, and the raptor knew well enough to relax and prepare for a pounding.

And Krion didn't disappoint, pulling Jiro back towards him a bit as he drove the full length of his cock into that tight raptor tush. A rumbling growl erupted from him, in contrast with the breathless cry from Jiro as he felt that familiar stretch return to him in short order. His tail lashed between the trike's legs, his back arched as he lost himself in the sudden rush of carnal pleasure. Already he could feel his heartbeat picking up the pace, pushing him into the right state of thrill for what was to come.

Krion didn't wait long for him to adjust, not that he really needed to. That cock was pulled halfway out and then plunged back in, the smack of scale on scale loud and already slightly wet from the thorough spit-shine Jiro had given it. Jiro did his best to relax against the thick intrusion, but the intense tension was part of what he loved about it...it truly felt like he was being conquered, overwhelmed every single time, a perversion of the proper place for a carnivore, yet the only place he belonged in the hands of such a forceful and driven personality as Krion's. His own dick throbbed madly, prostate getting buffeted by the thickness of the trike's tool, especially when those rings passed through. Those were the most sensational part of the whole experience, he was as used to the girth of Krion as he could ever be but Jiro would always be overextended just a little bit by those thick embellishments. They made lewd popping sounds whenever they drew out of or drove into his tailhole, and wherever they were inside him forced him to stretch just a little bit further, his lithe raptor body protesting it where it happened and craving it where it didn't.

Things started to get a good bit wetter in rapid order, as both Krion and Jiro began to leak pre from their respective organs. The warm wetness smeared all over the raptor's insides as Krion shoved in and out, while his own jetted from his cock onto his chest and stomach, heralding his pleasure as much as the rapturous cries barreling from his maw. Every other stroke seemed to push another salvo from him, quite a bit faster than Krion was releasing, though each pulse from Krion was good for at least three or four of Jiro's...just like everything else, the trike was so much MORE than the raptor that it was hard to believe. And of course, he loved every bit of that, it just meant more to enjoy.

Before long, Jiro was sweating and panting hard, his cock feeling like it would go off any moment, his body squirming on the covers as ecstasy surged through him over and over, driving him to reflexive spasms around that immense intruder. Krion was so good at making him want to squeeze down around him, even when he should have been trying to stay loose...it was a constant fight that led to going back and forth, his body trying to cling to Krion's cock and then loosen enough to ease its passage into that barely-accommodating anal corridor, each change bringing a different sort of sensation and a different sort of pleasure to him, both of which he desperately wanted. And it got even better when Krion's shaft started to throb, making him feel ever thicker and promising a coming filling that would complete the fulfillment the raptor sought.

But Jiro's long-deprived cock would not be beaten in the race, and it was the raptor singing his delight first as he came hard, coating his front-side in a battery of pent-up jizz. Some of it was even forced out vigorously enough that it managed to splatter against his neck and under muzzle, even a bit into his maw. His own taste was not remotely as enticing as Krion's, though, the taste of which still lingered on his tongue and the scent of which still bathed his nose. And he was about to get another helping, though introduced from the other end...a loud bellow of release came from Krion as the trike slammed in to the hilt once more and started to unload his second round inside those tight raptor innards, soaking them in thick pumps of viscous saurian cum. If there was any more perfect spice to the bliss of his climax than that warm essence flooding his guts, Jiro certainly couldn't think of it, and he clamped down on Krion's dick to try to work as much out of it as he could, massaging it to encourage its continued expulsion.

By the time his own orgasm faded, Jiro was feeling pretty full, those productive trike orbs having giving him more than his fair share of spunk. But it was a blissful feeling to have that comforting inner pressure, to feel truly well and fulled by his partner-master, to have him be such an imposing presence inside and out. As he relaxed into contentment Krion pulled him up against his own large body, laying himself down onto the bed with the raptor cradled in his arms, his cock in no hurry to leave its tight sheath. One big mitt rubbed Jiro's back comfortingly, getting a tranquil murr from the raptor. "Mmm, appreciate you indulging me again, Jiro...how're you feeling?"

"Am...amazing..."

"Heh, love how eager you are for me, no matter what...you always make it so much more obvious than I do, but believe me, on the inside, I'm just as eager and excitable. Didn't know what I was gonna do with myself waiting for you today..."

"Mnnh, I hope I was worth the wait."

"Always, always." Krion gave Jiro an affectionate snout-bump. "Love you, hun. You gonna feel like dinner after I get nice and relaxed?"

Jiro hummed pleasantly. "You filled me up pretty nicely, but I'm sure I can make some room for something more. You got anything in mind?"

"Oh, nothing too elaborate, just a nice, juicy steak dinner. I'm in the mood for meat tonight." That made sense, Krion didn't cook much, usually hiring for that, but the exception was grilling, which he was quite good at and which was always a treat because it was typically quite a meaty meal, even the vegetables would taste meaty when he grilled. Just another thing Jiro couldn't get enough of.

"Sounds delicious, I'll definitely be up for that." As good as it would be, though, Jiro was pretty sure it would have no choice but to come second to the meat that had already graced his tongue. But hey, it was hard to compete with the best fresh meat.