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Littlefoot

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Littlefoot was quite proud of himself when he came awake next to a sharptooth and didn't immediately panic. Dusk had fallen as the two had slept, and the little lake seemed to glow as it reflected the partially full moon in a darkening sky. Chomper was still sleeping soundly, so Littlefoot carefully shifted back so he could get up without disturbing his friend. He drank from the lake, then moved to where the trees met the shoreline to graze.

Longnecks were most comfortable when they stood, and he used this time to absently chew slowly on his leaves as he thought. He had mated before, but only with a few females, and only with his own species. He never felt a spark, never actually felt passion envelope him like it had with Chomper. It was a strange feeling to him, how his heart beat increased when he thought of the handsome tyrannosaur, how his head felt light, and how for the first time in his life he had truly enjoyed rutting with another dinosaur. Even now his cloaca felt warm as these thoughts passed through his head. Was this what others felt? Was this how it was supposed to feel when you mated?

Littlefoot turned his head to watch his sleeping friend. Chomper was really very handsome, he had not just been trying to flatter the dino. The iridescent feathers along his back and shoulders shimmered a beautiful purple tint that paired very handsomely with his gray-blue scales that slowly freckled out to his lighter cool gray underbelly. His face had filled out quite a bit, giving him a strong jaw and raised eye ridges that were lined with feathers of their own. Remembering his eyes when they first looked at each other, Littlefoot had noticed how the bright red had settled into a beautiful rust color, flicked through with hints of copper. Littlefoot realized he had stopped eating as he openly admired the sharptooth and hastily looked away, blushing. Good thing Chomper was asleep.

Littlefoot had grown as well. He was somewhat small for an Apatosaurus, but that didn't mean he wasn't handsome in his own way. His brown coloration had darkened significantly, especially on his back where a dark chocolate colored wavy stripe traced his spine, freckling outward in tiny spots. His underbelly was a honey tan that faded nicely into his main rich brown body color. His eyes had darkened to a burnt ochre brown, flecked with green like bronze. His biggest change was on his head ridge, where he had developed a rich gold display striped through with yellows and light greens. His display wasn't the most impressive around, but it faded nicely along the edges into his natural brown color. He didn't think he was much to look at, but Chomper sure had seemed to approve.

Littlefoot's thoughts started to wander to what would come next between them, but those thoughts were cut short by Chopper yawning loudly. Littlefoot was surprised to see the sharptooth reach out to where he had been laying, as if searching for him, and sure enough when Chopper noticed he wasn't there the Sharptooth gave a small cry and jumped up. Littlefoot immediately bellowed softly, stricken by how sad his friend had looked.

Chomper ran up to Littlefoot quickly, head bumping against him gently. Littlefoot grinned, feeling his chest flutter in a confusing way.

"I thought you had left," Chomper said softly, looking away "I'm glad you're still here."

Littlefoot swallowed that last of his meal to answer "Of course I'm here Chomper, I wouldn't just leave. Did you sleep okay?" His question felt awkward and forced, well what did you talk about after mating with someone who made you feel like you could float on air?

Chomper didn't seem to notice, he just chuckled deep in his throat. "I slept probably the best I've slept in years. It felt right, sleeping next to you." The smaller dinosaur answered earnestly, easing even closer to Littlefoot. The longneck felt his face grow hot in a blush.

Suddenly Chomper hopped away playfully, "C'mon, I'll show you the way to my cave before it gets dark! I've got a bunch of star mushrooms so you can always see, and it's really big, you'll like it!" Littlefoot was caught in his friend's enthusiasm as they ran off, Chomper leading the way. They had to go around the lake and through the foliage to get to a place where the land rose above the sea, creating bluffs and cliffs. Chomper led him inland and down a forged path that dipped into a cave.

"Here we are, what do you think?" Chomper called proudly, gesturing to his lightened home.

The interior was quite large. A small stream trickled along the wall, winding its way deeper into an offshoot passage. It was the entrance room that Chomper seemed to live in. There was grass and down piled in a kind of nest near the small stream which left plenty of open space. The sharptooth had arranged various things around in the open space. The ground was mostly sand save for the very entrance and a large slab worn by claws and scales. There were large shells carefully arranged in a huge tree trunk that Chomper had hollowed into rough shelves. Littlefoot noticed tree stars balanced between some of them. However, the most interesting thing was the walls.

Everywhere he looked the walls were covered in drawings. They even had color, red, blue, green, black, white, even a chalky purple. Some of the drawings lower down were crude, but mostly they were beautiful. There was art of the jungle, of the sky both night and day, clouds shaped like animals and dinosaurs, even the great valley. Through it all were dinosaurs. Littlefoot could see himself and his friends drawn like they looked when they were young. He could see drawings of Chomper's parents, of sea creatures, even small lizards and mammals. It was like seeing the world on the cave walls. It was beautiful!

"Chomper, did you do all this?" Littlefoot asked, amazed.

"Oh, uh... yeah." Computer suddenly became embarrassed, "Do you.. like them?"

"They're amazing! Some dinosaurs in the valley can draw, but nothing like this!" Littlefoot walked around, taking everything in as he talked.

"Well there isn't much to do on the island, so mostly I just draw." Chomper said quietly, obviously embarrassed at the praise. Littlefoot couldn't help it though, it really was amazing.

"I wish I could make art like this, but well.." the longneck stomped his forelegs to show his point. He couldn't grip anything obviously.

"Oh!" Chomper seemed to perk up, "Well I can draw for you! My mom used to say that every dinosaur can do something other dinosaurs can't, so you have to help each other!"

Littlefoot couldn't help but laugh. " Your mom sounds like Cera. You should see her, she's the leader of the valley now and a damn good job she does. Has a bunch of offspring too, I bet she says the same things to them!"

"Really? She sounds like she's changed for the better. Did I ever meet her mate?"

"No, he was a newcomer. His name is Toro, we're pretty good friends." Littlefoot finally turned back to Chomper as he spoke, sensing the incoming questions.

"Can you tell me about the others? I think about you guys a lot."

"Sure. Well Spike is still quiet, he's got a small family, there's him and his three mates and all their little terrors. Cera is the leader of the valley, like I said, she's trying to improve relations between dinosaur species and she's doing a great job of it. Petri and Ducky are mated, which came as a great surprise to everyone except myself, Spike, and Cera. Took everyone a while to get used to it, but they did eventually."

"Wow... is so weird to think about. The picture in my head is of everyone as kids, but we've all grown up. What about you, aren't you.." Chomper paused, blushing before he could ask his question. Littlefoot also blushed looking away. He knew what Chomper wanted to ask, and his heart fluttered at the way his friend hesitated, like he was afraid of the answer.

"No, I'm not mated or anything. Nothing ever felt right, I..." Littlefoot almost couldn't say what he wanted to say, but he made himself choke it out, "I think I was looking in the wrong places."

Chomper

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Chomper felt a great weight lift from him. He had felt something with Littlefoot, deep and primal and real. He couldn't help but notice how Littlefoot spoke in the past tense and found himself hoping the longneck had done so purposefully.

Littlefoot was looking away like he was trying to seem distracted by the drawings, so Chomper took the opportunity to come close and bump against him. He smelled Littlefoot''s musk mingling with his own and all at once he was on fire. Littlefoot turned his long neck around to press his forehead against Chomper's as they both breathed in deep the smells of their arousal.

Chomper bumped their hips again, but this time Littlefoot lowered his body to the ground and exposed his belly. His hemipenis was everted, cloaca swollen in his excitement.

Chomper pushed against him again, "Can you roll into your back?" He asked huskily, voice almost a growl. The longneck obliged, looking to find the position comfortable and easy in the soft sand.

Chomper straddled his hips, his long crocodilian penis exposed and sliding along Littlefoot's belly as he did. Littlefoot craned his neck around so that his face was close to Chomper's, and the sharptooth leaned forward to gently nibble on his cheek and just below his ear. He found himself grooming Littlefoot like he would a mate of his species, and the way he had done so automatically felt right.

This time Chomper knew where to line up. He adjusted his hips until he felt his bulbous cock head pressing against his lover's cloacal opening, above his hemipenis this time. As he slowly pressed forward, feeling the tension of Littlefoot's opening lightly resisting his penetration, he asked the one question he wanted to ask.

"Will you be my mate?" His voice still came out husky, almost inaudible through the growl, but Littlefoot seemed to understand. Chomper felt Littlefoot's neck brush against his own as he got close to whisper in Chomper's ear, "Until the end of time."

With a final shudder Littlefoot's opening finally gave way to Chomper's shaft. The sharptooth pressed his forehead against Littlefoot's chest as he eased into his mate, the tight folds pressing hard on his cock from all sides. The feeling was almost unbelievable as Littlefoot's passage became wet and yielding to his sensitive organ.

Something strange happened about half way in. Something was pressing against Chomper's cloaca and as he pushed further he realized it was Littlefoot's double pointed cock. Because they were tapered the hemipenis had no trouble slipping into his cloaca, but the further forward he went the thicker they got. Suddenly they were both experiencing the same sensations as they melded into each other. A wave of pleasure scorched through Chomper and he couldn't help the great thrust from his hips that saw both their cocks sheathed to the hilt. Littlefoot bellowed through his crest while Chomper boomed deep in his throat.

For a moment Chomper rested and just let himself feel. His cloaca felt full and warm as it automatically clamped tightly around his lover's double shaft. His hips shuddered as the sensations raced through him, his breath came short and desperate.

Then he withdrew, just enough so that Littlefoot was still just barely inside of him. This had its own set of unique sensations that sent another boom through his throat. He eased back in slowly, savoring every little inch and his pseudopenis twitched within its tight slimy sheath. He let himself keep this slow pace as he looked up to meet Littlefoot's eyes, the pleasure he felt reflected in them. He again started to preen his mate's cheek when Littlefoot showed his complete trust by turning his head to show his neck. Chomper licked and nibbled to show his appreciation and to prove his love, then opened his jaws to lightly take that neck into his mouth in the way he would any mate. Lost as he was in love and lust, he still was careful to use his lips and gently hold to the long neck. He would never ever hurt Littlefoot.

Now that his mouth held his mate, instinct decided to take over. Suddenly his hips were not his own as they picked up a rapid pace. He could feel his cum following into Littlefoot, unimpeded by the cock behind his own, though as Littlefoot's passage became more and more slick he knew the longneck didn't have the same luxury. As with before, the thought sent him wild as he bucked rapidly, a steady flow of semen pumping into the longneck's cloaca. Littlefoot bellowed which Chomper felt as a vibration in his jaws, so his own boom vibrated to match. The noises echoed around the hollow cave as they were surrounded by the sounds of their joining. Waves of pleasure and need and happiness rolled through Chomper as he kept up his extreme pace, desperate to empty everything he had into his mate's willing chamber. His cloaca tightened and twitched around the cock inside him, always heightening every sensation, until Chomper felt his flow waning and gave his last huge thrust, releasing Littlefoot's neck to let his huge boom turn into a roar. He only distantly heard Littlefoot's own bellow join his roar.

As the edge of his reptile-like orgasm finally waved through him, Chomper knew something was different. Littlefoot's hemipenis had grown inside of him, the heads had flared into flat bulbs and outwards from each other. They were locked together, which surprised and delighted the sharptooth. He hadn't known longnecks did that.

The sharptooth allowed himself to rest as he relaxed against his mate. His heart was racing, his breathing labored, so he was quiet for now as he rested.

Littlefoot too sounded winded, but after a moment he felt the longneck's muzzle gently bump his own. His eyes fluttered open to gaze at his love. "I think I love you," Littlefoot chuckled, voice hoarse and tired, "I know I love you. Coming here was the best decision of my life."

Chomper felt giddy and light as his lips curved upward in a smile. "I'm glad I didn't eat you when I saw you," he joked, giving Littlefoot's muzzle a lick.

"I could have taken you, this bit of tail's got an actual tail to match," Littlefoot joked back, lifting his head to gently lick Chomper across his closed eye. The sharptooth chuckled, seeing the wisdom in his statement.

"I want to stay with you forever Littlefoot, just like this. I missed you, I didn't realize how much, but I did."

"Forever sounds like a good plan. I knew I was looking for something, for someone, I wish I had known that it was you sooner."

Chomper's chest swelled as those words washed over him. He felt both out of breath and on fire. Littlefoot was his, his friend, his mate. It made him feel a much bigger happiness than he had felt before. He leaned forward to touch his lips close to Littlefoot's ear. "You're mine, and I'm yours. I love you, my mate."