{"sf1_id":2030230,"sf2_id":"r17G5BP1","title":"No CGI: Migration 2","author":"Tagenar","words":1601,"posted_at":"2023-07-28T17:10:03.000Z","tags":["Clean","Human","Raptor","migration"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2030230-no-cgi-migration-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17G5BP1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c3/e5/c3e5b360-2908-4a37-9219-2771b0b35d27","description":"Two chapters in a row without yiff? What kind of fox wrote this??","content":"No CGI: Migration 2\n\nby tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)\n\n{So what do dinosaurs do when migrating cross-country to Hollywood? They bench-press the bears, of course.}\n\nThey moved as a flock. For a brief few days, their individual minds switched off, and something inside each of them kicked on. An urge to move—to follow their hidden sense of magnetic fields and let it take them somewhere.\n\nThe flock stayed together through the interior of Ohio and into Indiana. Somewhere in Illinois, they began to break off into smaller groups and follow different tracks, letting instinct guide them. Some let scents take the lead. Others chose the magnetic field.\n\nX, R, and E, along with half a dozen other raptors, followed their inner sense straight for the Rockies. Sticking to the back roads and hugging the corn fields of the Midwest, they saw few cars and even fewer signs of life. Humans had taken a vibrant ecosystem and planted a single crop for hundreds of miles around. As full as the land was, it felt empty.\n\nThey found prey along the way. Deer and occasionally stray cats were common and easy, but the real hunting would be in the mountains.\n\nKansas was the emptiest state they had to cross. Perfectly flat from end to end and next to nothing to break up the monotony, not even scents.\n\nE carried the camcorder for this leg of the migration. He had taken lots of shots of R, showing what he looked like now, before cutting, to contrast with him after reaching Hollywood, and how much fat he would lose. Being able to watch it in real time looked amazing and was a fetish by itself.\n\nTaking running shots of R was about the only interesting thing happening in Kansas, and being able to do it in daylight gave them footage nobody else had.\n\nR also held the camera from time to time, taking footage of E. More in love with the olive than the wilderness, the green raptor saved his exercise almost exclusively for migration. Not even halfway to the West Coast, and he had already visibly lost some of his belly. R liked capturing his progress; it was also a fetish video, not their best quality material, but even having such footage at all was an accomplishment.\n\nIf X could carry all of their equipment into the wilderness, he would. All he could ever manage running cross-country was one camcorder and a bunch of tapes, and even then it was annoying, keeping track of the rucksack and making sure nobody left it anywhere that got too warm. Cornfields provided good shelter, as well as buffer areas between plots of farmland. Most of them wanted to make the trip entirely naked, but they still needed some things in California.\n\nBurdens from the human society that contained them.\n\nThey ran almost nonstop to the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, stopping only to sleep and reload the camcorder, or chase a deer.\n\nOnce deep in the mountains, they relaxed.\n\nThey set up more elaborate shots, taking progress footage of R and E as they cut the fat. Even T had to admit that R looked amazing, and they hadn't even entered the desert.\n\nTaking time out to enjoy the wilderness, R found ways to entertain everyone. He found several bears to wrestle, and E captured the fights. Never to the death. Just enough to show off his strength. The bears always backed off once R showed he could grab them and throw them to the ground with ease.\n\nR tamed several local bears this way. After bench-pressing them, they became docile, almost pets, sharing the kills the raptors made and even sharing honey they collected with the dinosaurs.\n\nThey filled several tapes with such footage.\n\nT and J stuck with the gay males the whole way to the Rockies this season. It was the first time they had a female carrying eggs with them, and her scent drew numerous males and females simply wanting to experience it vicariously. Most of them would never be allowed to have a clutch, so T's scent was the next best thing. It filled the forest, letting every dinosaur and wild thing within half a mile know a pregnant raptor was here, so stay away.\n\nThey didn't know exactly where they were. The raptors let their instincts guide them. Somewhere in Colorado. Out here, no agents watched them. Nobody cared if they hunted. Nobody noticed them. They could form a colony in the wilderness and not meet a single human for decades.\n\nThey rested this night, well-fed and satisfied from hunting, ready to resume the second stretch of their journey.\n\nE and X had lots of footage of one another. Some of the most impressive was of E, which R had lovingly captured, showing how much he had slimmed down and how his muscles started to show. Their bodies were made for this, not the sedate life of primates, but the dynamic life of a theropod.\n\nX kept himself toned, and now he had brought himself to nearly zero body fat. The veins on his muscles were obscene, rivaling R's. He no longer looked sickly—in the wilderness, eating prey he helped kill, he looked sculpted and streamlined.\n\nR had lost what little fat he let himself accumulate over the winter months. The grooves between his muscles stood out even more, and E felt him up nonstop, rarely letting an hour go by without touching his brother. Out here he was free to indulge, and R returned the affection. Capturing that on camera likely made so many dinosaurs around the world jealous. E made sure to capture the footage of R bench-pressing a bear. The bear had looked so resigned to his fate as to be adorable. He had hung around as a pet. Would break R's heart to leave him.\n\nFeats of strength looked so amazing in the forest. R using his muscles outside the gym was also a fetish video.\n\nJ had actually bulked on this trip. He was eating better than ever, and working for it. He had put on some muscle, which E captured on camera, even doing a pose-off with R. J would never be as big as R this way, but just showing what their bodies were capable of without the restrictions humans placed on them...\n\nCertain math symbol videos were banned in other countries.\n\nIf dinosaurs knew what their bodies could do if free of human culture...\n\nT felt powerful watching the effect her scent had on animals. How they moved away from her. Made room for her. Isha, T's mother, had told her about this. T never thought she would experience it herself.\n\nMother bears fleeing with their cubs.\n\nWolf packs moving away.\n\nDeer herds making room for her.\n\nT's scent commanded respect. The other male raptors felt it as well; she caught them herding her to the middle of the group, protecting her. The other females looked on with envy, as if willing their own bodies to conceive spontaneously in order to gain status in the group. Z-I. G. They had followed her. T couldn't help but notice, and J fucked her every time the group stopped to rest just to show everyone who had done this to her. The females looked on, rubbing their claws.\n\nAncient urges. Primitive social order. Being conscious of it allowed them to experience it without being controlled by it, unlike humans, who chose to remain ignorant of their primitive impulses.\n\nSo it surprised them when they heard footsteps climbing the mountain. No trails led to their hiding place. The nearest road was so far away it should be measured in leagues.\n\nT opened her eyes and listened. Human footsteps. She raised her head, knowing exactly who they belonged to but her conscious mind unable to accept it.\n\nOne by one the other raptors in the group raised their heads and regarded the intrusion. They scented the air. Most of them recognized it, and they also could not believe what their senses told them.\n\nT rose from the thin grass, J joining her at her side. The other raptors rose as well, mostly out of instinct, partly out of a desire to see for themselves.\n\nA flashlight cut through the darkness and the trees, bobbing up and down and waving. Clumsy footfalls.\n\nT ran toward it. J followed.\n\nIt took T almost a minute to remember English. “Charles?\"\n\nThe flashlight halted. “T!\"\n\nThe two raptors closed in on an emaciated human male, clothes filthy and torn, scrapes and tears across his face and arms.\n\nT reached him first. “Charles, oh [m]y God, what are you doing here? How did you find us?\"\n\nCharles fell to his knees, arms outstretched as he leaned on a tree trunk. “I don't know. I didn't... I didn't want...\"\n\nJ caught up and scented his breath. “He's dehydrated.\"\n\nThey hoisted him up by his arms and walked him to the group. The others had gathered, necks curled in worry. X was pulling one of the canteens from the rucksack. They normally saved them for the desert.\n\nX shoved it under the human's nose, but his head bobbed. After shoving it into his mouth and tilting his head back, Charles took a long drink from it, and then muttered some things.\n\nAnd then he passed out.\n\nThe raptors looked at the human on the ground, and then at one another.\n\nT stepped forward. [I have an idea.]\n\n{If you like what I do, consider buying one of my published books. Links below. Thanks!}\n\nhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4539730.James\\_L\\_Steele\n\nhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7136003.Tagenar","series":{"name":"No CGI: The Actors of Jurassic Park","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2028582-no-cgi-migration-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2033870-no-cgi-migration-3.json"}}