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No CGI: The Sparring 3

by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)

{In the presence of female heat, males sometimes get close.}

Most of the males in the clearing had turned their heads. You are glad you already changed tapes as you keep your camera on J and Charles.

Hugging as they sniff one another. You felt comfortable enough going in close and lying on your side to capture hands on one another’s erections, J dripping so much he is lubing the human’s cock.

Blood drips onto their dicks. You are hard at the sight, confirming you have been around dinosaurs too long.

*

_I want to feel this way all the time._

Charles switched hands and cut J again. The dinosaur who had wrapped himself around him responded by rubbing Charles’s cock up and down a few times, and with his other hand he dug his claws into the human’s back. Charles responded by squeezing J’s hot dick. He could feel it rubbing against his own.

They continued to circle, J sniffing the open skin all over the human. Charles inhaling the perfume coming from the bleeding wounds on the dinosaur.

Charles felt powerful. Capable of anything. He never wanted this to end. He sliced J again, gently.

J reached down and made lines from chest to groin, then leaned back and scented his handiwork.

*

_Nobody ever let me scent them this close. Nobody ever let me indulge in this before._

Using just one claw, J made a single line down the side of the human’s arm. A gentle wound, almost loving, just enough to pull some blood out, and J took in the bouquet.

He felt the blade running over his arm in reply. A gentle incision, and Charles took it in as well.

No judgment. No smacks across the snout for telling Charles how much he liked his blood-scent. No running away, keeping that smell at sparring distance.

J remembered asking several raptors if they wanted to smell his blood. He lost several friends that way.

He had finally found someone who liked it as much as he did.

No more hiding it. J made a line down Charles’ cheek while the human made a similar line down J’s snout.

_Father smelled so nice. As good as this. Some of my friends—also this good. Nobody would let me, but you, Charles, you want it, too. I’ll bleed for you if you give me your scent. It’s just as good as I remember. I thought I had grown out of this but you reminded me of how good it can be._

No pain. Only the rarest scent in the world.

*

T had four muzzles licking her heat. She had climaxed five times tonight, twice just now, watching J and Charles.

The other males had craned their necks to see what they were doing. Some of them were laughing.

A few of the females had emerged from the clearing and paired up with someone she had found impressive, most choosing their state-registered partners, the itch satisfied and now a welcome return to a familiar partner they could live with instead of whoever had an appealing scent and muscle posture. A-V had found a partner, and she had enticed him to mount her. Their hisses cut the silence.

J made a fresh wound on Charles.

Charles slashed J.

They had been doing this for ten minutes, but this time they didn’t wait.

J screeched and slashed Charles.

The human gouged J.

Back and forth.

A wound across the shoulder immediately followed by a wound across the spine.

Sniffing one another...

She had been listening to them every time they met in the woods and practiced. The sparring sessions eventually became just the two of them falling into one another, scenting the other’s wounds. J had confessed things. Many things T had no idea he thought.

Inhaling. Another wound...

Telling his father how much he enjoyed his scent, only to be met with a hand to the muzzle. Stalking his friends after a paper cut or something, terrified to betray his interest. The friends he had lost asking about it. Migrating to Ohio with T had freed him of the gossip and he had promised never to mention it again—that is, until a certain human showed up whose scent brought back these old desires.

They had promised one another to stick to the performance. That they would do just enough to make a show of it.

Now they were hacking each other. Even teenagers didn’t do this.

T slid out of the underbrush, leaving the four muzzles tasting her.

As she stalked toward the combatants, they showed no signs of slowing. Hacking. Carving. Inhaling. They were so into one another they forgot to circle, giving the cameras many opportunities for closeups.

Blood flowed like water from both of them as noses passed over the wounds.

They were running out of skin to cut.

T was worried they’d start going for the neck. She waited for a moment between slashes, and then she lunged, using her head and neck to push them apart and knock them both down. Charles dropped the knife as he fell to his back. J fell on his own accord, theatrically, and the two lay side by side.

First she maneuvered over her mate, and then sat down on his slick erection. This seemed to make him come back to himself—he appeared behind his eyes for the first time since he began circling Charles.

She stood up, moved over Charles, and sat down on him. He took a little longer to come back, but when he did, he reached up and felt her muzzle. She licked the open wound on his face.

T then grabbed his hand and J’s hand and wrapped their fingers together.

They held hands while T rode the human a few times. Charles leaned over. J stretched his neck out and allowed the human to kiss him.

T slid off Charles and went down on J while they kissed.

She did not wait for either of them to finish. She got off, turned around, and shoved her slit in their faces. She felt two tongues on her heat.

All of their scents had mixed. No competition anymore.

The raptors in heat had found partners. Everyone was fucking. Some of the camera operators couldn’t help themselves and had stopped to lick slits or mount someone.

T noticed inspector McKinley standing off in the distance, on an observation deck, a group of park rangers poised and ready with weapons in case the dinosaurs got out of hand. T huffed thinking this is why cities employed rangers for the metro parks. Humans thought it was some cushy job meant for escorting kindergartners around. They had no idea the real purpose park rangers served. She hoped they enjoyed the show.

*

One week after the sparring, and the production team is still looking over all the tapes, trying to decide how this video should be put together. So far the beginning is cohesive, but once the human shows up, nobody can agree on what the focus should be.

Charles is the obvious choice, but there are dinosaurs sparring everywhere, and you managed to get good shots of so many dripping slits and swinging dino dicks it seems unfair to focus on the standout element.

As you sit in the chair behind the editing desk, reviewing yet another tape with X and a few others, you look forward to distribution. None of their new productions have been duplicated or sold. You wonder what will happen when your face is out there, in the same frame as a dinosaur’s penis. No matter what, it has to be more interesting than working in a prison.

You also wonder what will happen to Charles. You collected his knives for him, but so far he hasn’t asked for them back. They’re still in your car, buried under Happy Meal toys.

You probably should take them out at some point before a cop searches your car and takes you in for uncomfortable questioning.

The consensus seems to be to show everything, but save the human focus for the finale.

It’s all worthy of being the center of attention, even if the video is longer than anyone will probably watch.

You are convinced Jurassic Park would have been more interesting had the dinosaurs’ dicks been visible, as they are in this raw footage of a much more interesting movie you helped record and are shaping in the editing right now.

You can smell X’s dick sliding out while he looks over the footage. He looks at you, gets up, and stands over you, smacking your cheek with his cock. You nuzzle it while you take over the task of editing. You long ago got used to working while dinosaur dick is in your face or in your rear.

*

Iron

Lizard

Gym

R is doing tricep extensions with a dumbbell. E is sitting on the next bench, watching, licking his lips as the muscle bulges and contracts.

R: [Someone called me earlier this week. Jurassic Park 2 is entering preproduction. They want me again.]

E: [When do we leave?]

[Next month, as usual.] He switches arms. [I think I can get you in this time.]

His other arm has ballooned to the size of his head. E observes, inhaling the scent of muscle in motion. [You don’t have to. I’m there for you, not for them.]

R: [Important to have your own roles.]

[More dinosaurs as monsters. Carnosaur was miserable to make and just as hard to watch. I’m not interested.]

[We’re monsters for now, but people are seeing us finally. It’s doing some good.]

E huffs, bobbing his head. [We met Lawrence. Comma. Gloria. Been going to that club for years and suddenly people notice what we are.]

[We won’t have to be monsters forever.]

[I don’t mind following you, even if I have nothing to do but wander downtown and visit the bars for olive oil.]

R sets the dumbbell down and straddles the bench, slit dripping all over it. E promised S he would wipe up after his brother again. E salivates just looking at his brother’s waterfall of a slit.

[E... What would happen if we went to Hollywood and never came back? Just... went into the woods or the desert and... And...?]

E sighs. It is not the first time R has brought it up. [It wouldn’t be the same if it was just us.]

[We could try it for a while.]

[I’d miss X. I’d miss Comma. The clubs and all the people. I like the city.] E’s tail beats the puzzle-tile floor. [Some dinosaurs would love to have a city life like this.]

[We have a good group. I like them, too. Just... This sparring made me think if I could live like that all the time, I would. Forget Hollywood. Forget dancing at the clubs. Forget worrying about money.]

[I’d like a break from engines. A long break.]

R flexes his chest for his brother’s wandering gaze. R knows exactly how his pectorals look to outsiders, and he turns slightly back and forth to make sure E sees how full and solid and rippling they are. [Maybe one of these days we’ll take a turn off the path and see where we end up. If anyone wants to follow, let them.]

E gets up and nuzzles his brother’s chest, feeling his arms. [Maybe.]

R holds him. It is some time before they let go and R picks up the next set.

*

Coming home to Charles and J snuggling on a floor mat ceased to be strange days ago. The only strange thing was that neither had new lines on them.

They had made room for her, and now T rested with both her mates beside her.

That had been a wonderful sparring. She eagerly awaited the video, not just for the income, but simply to see the event from other angles.

J and Charles were getting along so much better now, not just because of her fading heat, but because they had freed one another. She lay content with both of their scents around, and since she had chosen both, they had no animosity. She would miss the quarreling and the rivalry, but watching them indulge in each other’s scents was almost enough to push her into heat again. They actually had to take breaks. Charles worried it was becoming addictive, or he would make some decision he regretted, like pulling a knife out on his boss.

T had had two mothers and a father growing up. Now she had two mates. Her mother would laugh if she could see her daughter now.

Charles and J had a relationship, as well. One she could not understand. It was fascinating to observe.

T felt a stirring inside her. She raised her head and looked down her flank. J’s muzzle rested on it. Charles’ arm was draped over it.

Yes... yes, just as her mother described. A sensation T never thought she would experience herself.

She was carrying eggs.

{This is the end of arc 1. I plan to continue when my mood recovers. I have a rough idea of what happens next, but I have not found my focus again. In the meantime, please support my writing in whatever way you like. I have books published through Furplanet, and a number I've released myself. Links below. Thanks for joining me on this journey. Means a lot to me, knowing people are just as into this as I am.}

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4539730.James\_L\_Steele

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7136003.Tagenar