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Averting Repeated History

For Bloodgod245

By Draconicon

Iris was at the start of her heat, and as a result, the scientists that had made her were avoiding her cell like the plague. The anthro Indo-Raptor was already squirming with need, and while the security system could technically take her down without any real struggle, the scientists knew that she had a good chance of getting some of what she wanted before they were able to activate it. A 'pure' dinosaur that was going through heat was dangerous, not thinking clearly, and would not be deterred by the normal threats that they had at their disposal.

All this and more was known to her, but that didn't mean that she could think through it clearly. The eight-foot dinosaur growled from her corner in her cell, the walls already well-gouged by her claws and showing the marks of anger, stress, and lust. She had clawed through them with her fingers and toes, and only the flat blocks of titanium under the panels had kept her from clawing right through. Her sex dripped, her pussy wet and inflamed through her scales, and she could smell herself as clearly as she ever had, marking her territory every time that she took a step with the gooey lusts running between her thighs.

She would pace back and forth, her eyes flicking to the cameras. She was not unintelligent; none of the creatures that were created in the labs were. After all, they weren't created merely for a theme park, the way that the last generation had been. They were created for...

Well, they were created for needs that would have been addressed by her fucking heat, that's what.

Iris came to a sudden stop, whipping around and punching the wall. The steel panel shattered, crumpling into the titanium block just behind it. Not a window, then, not a place where the scientists would be hiding, jerking off, watching her.

Oh, she could smell them. Smell the hot little males that were hiding in their safe spaces, watching her, jerking off to her. She had tried to get them to come in, tried to tempt them to give her a shot. They never did. The security forces just outside her cell kept turning them away, and she couldn't get through the gas masks that they wore. Her scent, her pheromones, weren't strong enough.

She was on the verge of trying to rip her own tail off to satisfy herself when the door opened again. Iris whipped her head around, breasts bouncing from the sudden movement - no dinosaur had ever been born with those, and it was only the muscles in her arms and shoulders that kept her from being whipped off her feet by the size of them - and found herself looking at a scientist. He wore a gas-mask, but even so, he had a boner that throbbed hard in those khaki pants.

She would have leaped for him right there and then if it hadn't been for a spray of bullets that hit the floor. Iris growled as she looked up to see the guards standing right behind him, their guns resting on the human's shoulders. One human, one...wolf? No, Doberman. They were both keeping an eye on her, keeping her back .

Oh, you assholes...

"What's this?" she growled, gesturing at the metal tray that the scientist carried. "More drugs?"

"An investor's request," the scientist said, his voice deadened behind the mask. "You have been asked to take this dose."

"Asked?"

"Required, say."

"..."

"You will either be given these pills, or injected," the scientist said. "You will make your choice now."

"Fine, fucker. I'll take the pills."

She swiped the little paper cup from the tray and tossed it back, paper cup and all. She crunched it as pettily as she could, swallowing the whole thing down with her arms crossed under her breasts. The guards stared at her as if she was mad, but she -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Iris gasped as the heat hit her harder than ever before, stumbling forward. She rested her arms against the walls around the doorway, her teeth clenching so hard that some of them almost cracked. Her hips thrust forward, her eyes closed tight as her arousal climbed higher, leaving her wetter, her insides clenching until -

"NNNNNGH!"

She screamed as she came on the spot, squirting down her thighs and all over the guards and the scientists. The Indo-Raptor half-expected to be shot for that, waiting for the bruises and the cutting metal to come...

Except that it never did.

Her breath came slower as she looked down, backing up from the door. Her heat was still raging, but there was something different now. Not one boner in their pants...but three. The guards had never shown a reaction to her before - anyone that came close to being aroused was shuffled off almost immediately - but they were horny now. Horny and...and limp, swaying back and forth, staring at her through the lenses of their gas-masks.

Iris slowly reached down, touching her pussy. She brought her finger back up, sniffed.

Even to her, the scent was stronger. Much, much stronger. Whatever drugs had just gone down her throat, they left her packing a lot more potency between her legs.

She wondered.

"Outta the way."

No sooner had she said it than they stepped aside, clearing a path for her to leave. The Indo-Raptor stared, half-expecting a trap, but if it was, fuck it. She had been locked up for too long to care any longer.

She threw herself past them, hitting the floor and rolling. No bullets, no sudden nets, nothing that she had come to expect of escape attempts. The only thing that happened was an alarm going off, and a security door at the end of the hall started to slowly roll down. Iris grinned, grabbing the gun from one of the guards and throwing it. It wedged between the door and the doorway, keeping it open.

"Hehehe...hehehehehehe..."

Oh, this...this was brilliant. She looked back at her new little lackeys, and swiped her claws up and down. One, two, three, six times, cutting their gas-masks off. A single application of her juices across their faces had them creaming their pants, their eyes wide, their mouths hanging open.

"Come on. You're with me, now."

It took all of two minutes for her to take over her section of the lab. Each of the Indos had been kept separate, each of them locked up with various other labs around them so that they couldn't form a pack. That didn't matter to Iris. She was deadly enough on her own, as the few resistant females in the department found out.

Anything with a cock, however, was all but instantly on her side. Iris barely had to spread her legs; the smell that followed her knocked out pretty much anyone that got a breath of it, and those few that managed to get to a better than average gas-mask and strap it on couldn't contend with her juices when she managed to get them against the filters. It didn't take long to get the science staff on her side, and the remaining security folded immediately after.

She sent anyone with too small a dick to sit in a cell somewhere. Anyone that had more than eight inches - a total of four people throughout the staff, one herm, one shemale, and two guys, one of them a horse - were kept in her cell. She grinned at them as she made them strip, licking her lips as the half-braindead cocks showed off just how much they wanted her.

"Hehehe...it's like a buffet after starving...Thrust...get hard..."

Their bodies obeyed, even as there were flicks of life in their eyes. Bits of those old intelligences, half-remembered morals that they were trying to keep to. It didn't matter; her pheromones had taken over, and their bodies would do anything that she told them in order to get what they wanted, which, in reality, was whatever what she wanted them to want.

She picked the herm fox, first. The vixen was nervous, shaking from head to toe, but her nipples were hard and her cock was harder, sticking free of her sheath by a good six inches and promising to get longer. Iris gestured at the vixen, pointed at the ground, and the other woman hit the floor, hard. She panted, thrusting her hips up, begging with every part of her body save for her eyes. They, unlike anything else, glinted with fear, with worry about what would happen to her.

Perhaps they should. Iris had been denied for so long that she had no plans to be gentle.

As soon as she saw that cock throb upwards, rising from six to seven, to eight, to nine inches, she pounced. Iris's knees hit the floor, her thighs clenching around the vixen's hips, and even in her dazed, heated state, the other woman stared up with all the fear that the predator wanted. There was no escape, however. Iris slammed the other woman's arms down flat, using her long tail to line that cock up with her pussy.

"You're mine, now," she growled. "And you...are going to put this heat out."

SLAM!

SQUELCH!

The feeling of that hot rod of flesh sliding into her was everything that she had imagined. Since her creation, through every heat, through every torturous moment in this room, she had been begging for one little bit of pleasure, one little bit of sex to sate this heat. Now, she had taken it.

Even as the vixen whimpered, even as she tried to squirm out from under the Indo-Raptor, that cock throbbed. The body told what it wanted, even if the mind behind it still resisted on some level. It wouldn't resist forever, though. The stallion in the room was already all but gone, a growling, needy little male with a big cock. The others were fading. Only the vixen really had any will left, and that would go, soon.

Up, down, up, down. She could feel the knot at the base, swelling, filling out. It would try and tie with her, but...

Well, it was small enough that wouldn't happen. And then...then she could move on to the others...

A harem...heh...I have a harem...

And with all the tools in the lab, maybe she could bring them all up to standard...maybe more...

The End

Summary: Iris, an Indo-Raptor that's part of a new experiment, is going crazy. Her heat doesn't affect the guards enough to get free, but after a new supplement, things change.

Tags: F/M, F/H, Dino, Dinosaur, Indo-Raptor, Slave, Height Difference, Size Difference, Mammals, Reptiles, Guns, Orgasm, Cum, Squirt, Heat, Domination, Mind Control,