Nostalgia in the Great Valley
D.O.P.R
How many seasons had passed since they had first met? He tried to recall. Way back before the Great Earthshake when he lost his mother and his only hope to survive was to find his way to the Great Valley somewere on the other side of the divide.
He was alone and scared. But eventually they found each other and others, and they all made their way to the valley. And now, after all the seasons, and all the other adventures, they were the only two still together. Out of the original five, only Cera and Littlefoot remained in the Great Valley.
Ducky and Spike had gone off with Ducky's herd to another valley down the river, not that different from the Great Valley itself though the Greenfood was different and not much to his liking. And there were lots of Loudmouths. But he wouldn't have minded that so long as he could have stayed with his friends.
Petrie too had flown off with his brothers and sisters to the Great Water. Not too much Greenfood around there, but lots of fish and lots of other Flyers. But he would have gone even there and would have gladly dealt as best he could with the squawking and flapping of the other Flyers if he could just be with his friends again.
His grandfather had told him this day would come.
"Littlefoot..." He would say in that deep rough voice.
"Littlefoot. I hope you are having fun with your friends." And as he spoke his great neck would crane down near to his.
"Of course grandpa." He would answer as he nuzzled his loving grand-sires head.
"I'm glad. Because the day may come when they have to go away." He would say with a tinge of remorse, and perhaps a little bitter nostalgia.
"Go away? What do you mean grandpa?" The confusion and worry showing in his face.
"We live together here in the Great Valley because there is plenty of Greenfood here and little outside. And there is space for us all, at the moment. But they are not your kind. They have herds of their own and families. The day may come when they have to go away with them."
Littlefoot didn't answer but looked at his grandfather with a touch of fear and worry.
"Ah...don't mind me. I'm old and worrisome. Go and play with your friends. Be happy for as long as you can be."
Littlefoot turned to go back to where his friends were waiting.
"Oh, Littlefoot."
He turned back.
"Someday, we might have to go away too."
He didn't understand then, but he was glad now for his warning. Because eventually the day did come when his grandparents were gone. But he didn't resent their passing like he had his mothers. The great circle of life of life had begun, and not everyone gets to the end at the same time. He missed his grandparents, but he would always remember what they taught him.
"Always follow your heart." They had told him; an echo of his mother's voice followed behind those words.
"I will." He would say to himself. "I will."
"Hey Littlefoot!"
Littlefoot turned and saw Cera coming over the grass ridge with half a mouthful of Treestars in her beak. She looked so much different now then when he had first seen her. Her frill had widened and her horns were now getting longer. ?Coming of Age' her parents called it. He thought also how proud and big-headed she used to be. She never lost her stubbornness, which he still had to compete against at times, but she was not now so arrogant as she had been. Slowly she was losing those little things that reminded him of how she was when they took their first great adventure together. And he began to miss them.
Looking up at her as she approached, Littlefoot mused at how much different he must look to her. He had always been taller, but his growth-spurts were a little bit stronger than hers and while he was growing up, tall and lanky, she seemed to grow more out. She was stocky and relatively short. Her colours had darkened and her voice changed. And yet there was still a little of that childish look left to remind him of the days when they and Ducky, and Spike, and Petrie had trekked to the Great Valley while avoiding Sharptooth.
He smiled. Nostalgia for those adventures and all the other memories of times with his friends ran strong through him and as he watched Cera come over the hill towards him he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and long for those days again.
Cera came right up next to him munching on some leaves idly and looked back at him with a bright face.
"Littlefoot?"
He shook his head a bit as he came back into the present and looked at the older, more adult, Cera.
"Nothing. I was just remembering stuff."
Cera kept munching her leaves.
"What kinda stuff?" She asked, cocking her head.
Littlefoot smiled again and sighed.
"Remember when we thought we had found the Great Valley, but it was only a few little trees and we couldn't get the Greenfood at the top of one tree, so we all stood on one another and had Petrie try and grab it all?"
Cera grinned wide and chuckled.
"Yeah, that was great. You four looked so ridiculous. I bet now though you could just reach up there and grab it without even standing on your toes...Longneck." She added with a kindly smirk
Littlefoot laughed good-naturedly.
"And with that big frill of yours you could just ram the tree and shake them all down...Threehorn." He jibed back.
Cera giggled, and the sound made him glad at heart.
"It worked then, I'm sure it would work now."
Littlefoot looked at Cera smiling and flashed back to when she had done just that. She rammed the tree again and again in frustration until he finally threw her a mouthful of leaves. She hummed and gloated to herself satisfactorily as if she had knocked them down herself. He wondered later if she ever knew he had thrown them. He presumed so, but the mystery was fun, and besides, she would never admit to it anyway.
"Littlefoot." Cera nudged him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong." He said coming back again to the modern world. "I just keep thinking about all the adventures we had together."
Cera smiled distantly and turned away. Littlefoot reminisced:
"I remember how Petrie would guard my Treestar and kept calling me ?Flathead'." He laughed softly. "I remember how Spike would always stop at every little green thing to see what it tasted like. And how Ducky never went anywhere without him...they were always together..." He trailed off, deep in memory and Cera laid down beside him and spoke sadly.
"I think about those times too."
Littlefoot knelt down and leaned against her, thinking about the past. Cera leaned back and sighed heavily.
"I miss Ducky. I miss how cheerful she always was." A sad, fleeting smile crossed her face. "?Yep, yep, yep!'" She said imitating her. "I miss how Petri was always afraid to fly, and what he was like when he finally learned how." "I miss..." Her voice faltered.
Littlefoot looked over and saw her turn her head away to hide her watering eyes.
"Cera..." He spoke reassuringly as he leaned in closer to her.
"There's nobody left but us." Her voice wavered. She sniffled. "All our friends are gone." She sniffed again and her shoulders heaved once as she began to weep softly.
Littlefoot had never seen her like this. He never knew that she felt this way about beign separated from the rest of their group. She had never really been one to share her feelings before, and this display hurt him.
"Cera..." Littlefoot nuzzled her neck and cooed. "You haven't lost everyone. I'm still here for you."
Cera cut back her tears proudly and turned to look at him. "You've always been there for me Littlefoot." Her eyes gleamed back at him like deep wells of crystal-clear water and in that moment he was struck with just how beautiful those eyes were and how much he wanted to tell her just how sincere he was.
"I promise. I'll never leave you."
At this, Cera buried her head in his chest (pricking him a little with her horns) and cried. But not tears of sorrow, or lamentation, but tears of gladness and joy. Littlefoot felt the watering of his own eyes and draped his long neck over hers and cooed soothingly, wanting to comfort her and be there for her.
Gradually her soft sobs died away and she went quiet. Littlefoot drifted back into thought again. He thought that he had come to understand what his grandfather had meant all those long seasons ago, and he thought he was able to deal with it, but in this moment he realized that he really didn't. All his friends were gone. He really was alone. He began to realize just how much he needed Cera.
Something stirred in him as he began to realize this. The gentle touch of her skin against his and the soft sounds of her breathing reached inside of him in ways that nothing had ever done before.
As she lay against him, he began to see her now for the first time, as what she was now. Whenever he had looked at her, he would always see the refection of what she was when they had first met; the proud, aloof youngster. But now he saw what she was, and what she was becoming.
He felt a movement deep inside of him and a feeling stir that he didn't understand. He wanted to protect her, to be with her and comfort her. To please her and make her happy. He would do anything for her.
She rolled in her gentle rest and turned to her side, her head still resting against him. Her legs shifted and splayed just slightly and for a brief second, Littlefoot could just she what lay under her tail.
There was a surge in his chest when he glimpsed it. Something inside of him was moved by the sight.
He didn't understand what he was feeling or why his eyes were suddenly drawn to that spot. He had never really noticed these things before. Why should he? He leaned forward almost against his will to get another look. As he leaned his neck over her resting body he bumped Cera who shifted in her sleep. One of her rear legs came forward a bit and her tail arched just slightly, giving Littlefoot a good glimpse of her sex before she shifted again and it was partially hidden.
Littlefoot felt a little guilty and a bit confused as to why he was all of a sudden so interested in her under-tail. He knew what it was of course. That's where eggs came from and where they released extra water. But he also knew it had another purpose.
He stirred just a tiny bit at the thought. His breaths came just a little heavier and he thought he could smell something sweet and enticing in the air. He wondered if maybe it was coming form Cera. As he stared at the tiny bit of flesh he could see from under her tail, he wondered what it felt like. How it smelled up close. How it tasted.
He was broken out of his thoughts by the awareness that Cera's head was no longer laying against him. Looking down he saw her staring at him, and those deep well-like eyes sucked him in again and he was suddenly ashamed.
"Littlefoot..." She said softly.
"I'm sorry Cera." He stammered. "I shouldn't stare." He moved to get up.
"No, that's ok." She put her head back against his chest. "I don't mind if you look. Here." She lifted her leg a bit and brought her tail up, exposing her under-tail for Littlefoot to see.
Littlefoot was a bit nervous and still a bit embarrassed to be looking at her private-areas, but a feeling inside of him was drawn to it.
He could see the tiny bud of her anus farther down her tail, but there, just under the base of the tail was a little pink slit. It looked small but the skin was reddish around it. As he looked he could almost smell it, and the smell was sweet and it stirred him like nothing he had ever done before. He felt uncomfortable between his own legs and squirmed onto his side.
He almost though he could see the little pink opening pulse and swell just a tiny bit. Without knowing it he realized he was licking his lips and he felt a pressure between his legs that made him uncomfortable.
"Cera." He said with labor trying to think of something to say. Speaking her name seemed to bring her out of her own trance and she spoke.
"Littlefoot...do you feel okay?"
He nodded not really knowing if it was the truth. He could definitely see that the small slit had expanded just a bit and he could see a small bit of moisture glistening on the little folds.
Cera spoke again, and he thought he heard her voice tremble.
"You're getting pink."
Littlefoot looked and saw that he was pink between his legs as well and he was increasingly uncomfortable in the groin. He felt like he needed to go find a tree, yet he wasn't full with water. And when he breathed in he could just see the tip of his ?other-tail' poke out from his bulging sheath.
Cera stared at it as he had been staring at her under-tail. He was lying full on his side now with one leg in the air as the uncomfortable pressure began to become too much, and without really wanting to, he relaxed and let his growing Dino-meat slide out of his sheath.
Cera made no motion unless it was her eyes getting larger, and Littlefoot could see her slit pulse suddenly and seemed to swell more.
Taking his eyes away from her sex he nuzzled her head gently.
"It's ok Cera. I don't mind if you look." She blinked once and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with an agonizing confusion and fear. Littlefoot was pained to see her afraid and leaned in close to nuzzle and coo to her.
Cera looked at his gently swinging member and then back at him.
"What do we do now?"
Littlefoot didn't really know.
"I don't know." He said, echoing his thoughts.
Then, standing up he felt his stiff phallus sway between his legs in the warm breeze and he was struck with the desire to touch it. To rub it against something. Cera also seemed to have the same desire and she wagged her tail and whimpered.
Licking his lips nervously, Littlefoot spoke to her, thinking of something he had seen long ago.
"Stand up." He tried to sound confident and soothing despite his nervousness.
Cera stood, but her tail was arched high above her back and she kept her rear legs spread apart as if the slit was painful to her.
Littlefoot tried to think of when he saw two Three-horns one season who had just recently came to the Valley. He was chasing Hoppers by the river when he saw the one on top of the other, and he pushed his hips against her as if trying to push her forward, yet she kept pushing backward against him and moaning as if he was hurting her. He ran back to his grandfather and told him what happened, but he only said that they were ?Showing they loved each other in the most sincere way possible. The circle of life continuing.'
Littlefoot loved Cera. She had always been there for him. Even though they had fought and had gone through rough times, she never left him. He wanted to show her that he loved her in the most sincere way.
"Cera." He said again. "Hold still. I'm going to try something. Let me know if I hurt you."
She nodded and looked at him trustingly. Littlefoot found it hard to walk with his tree hanging, out but he stiff-legged it behind Cera and turned towards her exposed rump.
Looking at her with her tail raised and her little slit in full view struck him harder than anything that had hit him till now. His aching meat seemed to grow and swell even more and he found it difficult to concentrate as Cera turned to look over her shoulder at him.
"Littlefoot?" She said with a strange twang in her voice that he didn't understand.
"Just hold still." Not really knowing what he was doing, he walked forward a bit until his chest was at her back and she started a bit, but stayed still and let him move forward against her.
He lifted his front legs and hooked them on her hip and drew himself higher on top of her. Half by instinct and half from his weight, Cera lowered her hips and spread her legs a bit wider. He could feel her whole body tremble with a mixture of fear and another feeling that she didn't understand.
Littlefoot pulled himself onto her and walked his legs forward. Suddenly the tip of his rod brushed against something hot and slick and he stifled a cry as he felt the sudden rush of feeling. Cera gasped at the intense sensation and instinctively pushed her hips back.
At that moment, Littlefoot knew what he was supposed to do. He could feel and hear Cera breathing hard underneath him and he cooed to her softly as he took another step forward, his slightly swaying other-tail pressing against her slick lips.
At first she clenched against him as if trying to keep out the intruding organ, but the slickness of her little lips and the insistence of his prodding worked against her and he felt her delicate, virgin lips give way and he sank inside of her for the first time in his young life.
Cera felt the penetration and gave a series of short, sudden little cries as Littlefoot worked the head of his tool past her glistening lips. He worried suddenly that he would never manage to fit it in without hurting her. The slip looked so small and he seemed so big that he wondered if he was doing the right thing. At last he felt the head of his prick pass her folds and began to slide in easier.
Cera stomped the ground with her foot and snorted as Littlefoot's rod sank into her. Pausing he leaned across her back and spoke hoarsely, but gently into her ear.
"Am I hurting you?"
She fought back her tears and struggled to keep her voice under control as she responded.
"No. Keep...going."
Littlefoot tightened his grip on her back as he pressed his hips closer against hers, and his tool slid slowly past her stretched lips. With an abrupt bump, it reached an obstacle. His rod was pressing against some soft, partially-yielding obstruction. He was suddenly frustrated and gave a discouraged whine as he pressed against it. Only a little less than half of his length was in and he squirmed in frustration.
Cera felt the pressure and whimpered loudly.
"Please. Keep going..."
Littlefoot snorted once and pulled with his legs and pushed against the obstruction with his hips. Cera felt the barrier stretch and she clenched her teeth in discomfort and desire.
With a sudden shoot of pain, she felt the little flange of skin rip away and carried by the force of his pressure, Littlefoot's solid shaft drove into her flesh until his sheath was pressing against her lips.
They both screamed at the sudden explosion of feelings and Cera's stretched tunnel spasmed around the invading monster.
Littlefoot trembled and shook with feeling as Cera's orifice gripped and squeezed his pole. He moaned loud and laid heavily across her back as the spasming muscles sent electric bolts of pleasure up trough his shaft.
At last, the burst of pain subsided and her spasming ceased. The pain was then replaced by a sudden feeling of incredible fullness and hot, throbbing pleasure. She rocked her hips against his groin to feel that meat move inside her and each tiny movement gave her a wave of sudden pleasure.
Cera's movements stirred up instincts in Littlefoot that had lain dormant and with a slow gasp he pulled his length almost all the way out. Cera whimpered pitifully and tried to push back onto his rod but he held her steady with his forelegs and gathering his strength, he trusts back into her warm tunnel.
Cera squealed in sudden delight as the thick meat came back into her hard. Littlefoot repeated the action, feeling an intense wave of pleasure that he never imagined. Pulling out and pushing back in, he began a rhythm, harder each time. As the instincts began to take over, Cera moaned and cried as Littlefoot began to pound into her foreign sex with an increasing need and desire. Cera gasped and spasmed with increasing desire against him and in a sudden rush of overwhelming sensation, she tightened her muscles and gripped hard on his invading cock.
Littlefoot can feel an insistent pressure building inside of him. His mind clouds over and all he can think about is how much he loves Cera and how hard his Dino-meat was slamming into her Ceratopsian rump. He moaned and whimpered as the pressure builds inside of him and his thrusts become harder and more insistent. Suddenly Cera's hot tunnel squeezed down on his thrusting shaft and with a loud shout he thrust his flaring meat as deep into her hot love-tunnel as it will go and his mind is washed away in a sudden explosion of intense, mind-numbing pleasure as his thick Brontosaur seed sprayed into her eager cunny.
Cera threw her head back and bellowed forcefully as the throbbing meat in her body seemed to swell unbelievably and explode in a sudden gush of searing hot liquid eruptions. She felt his flaring cock pulsate as spurt after spurt of his thick seed filled her aching box and drove her eyes to roll back in her head in a body-wracking first orgasm.
Littlefoot grunted and twitched with each spurt of his Dino-seed and he could distantly feel Cera's body wrack with each pulse. His hips continue to buck against her instinctively until at last, totally exhausted, the spurts cease and the pair remain together, too weary to do anything but pant and sigh.
Littlefoot is the first to make a move. He unhooked his front legs from Cera's hips and began to pull out from her slick slit.
Cera moaned and her weary cunny twitched around his length. Conceding to her unspoken request, he leaned back forward and let his empty phallus rest inside her warm, tight orifice.
They stay that way for quite a while, recovering from the intense feelings that they both experienced. Finally however, Littlefoot's rod softens and with a reluctant sigh from them both, he pulled free.
His softening cock is followed by a small rush of thick, white cream that oozes from out her slit and drips onto the ground.
Still breathing heavy, he leaned in close to her dripping sex and breathed in the scent deeply. He would always remember that smell. No matter what else would happen, that is what he would remember. He suddenly wondered what it tasted like and taking a bold move, he reached out and gave the dripping slit a gentle lick.
Cera arched up and gasped, but then lowered herself to the ground, exhausted. Littlefoot licked his lips and relished the taste of her slit, but seeing her weariness, he laid down next to her and spoke.
"Cera..."
"Littlefoot..."
They speak at the same time. They both smile. Littlefoot leans in to nuzzle Cera's head and speaks again.
"I love you...I'll never leave you."
Tears well in Cera's eyes, not of sorrow, but of the greatest joy.
"I love you too Littlefoot."
And with that, they embrace and become a loving couple under the smiling sun and the sighing wind in the Great Valley, long ago.