[p] The Raptor Docility project, chapter 9
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
The saga continues once again. After so long enabling the others, it's finally Bluebell's turn! Catch up on past chapters through the designated folder for this story! The pic is modified clip art.
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It didn’t take long for the raptors to discover that the world outside was full of wonders. In the mere half-week since their escape, they’d made incredible progress, quickly adapting to their natural role as predators—something encoded into their very genes.
Though they’d come to perceive humans as potential mates, the cityscape was dangerous despite the enticing display of mate after mate after mate. The raptors were sensible; while they knew they were more than a match for humans individually, sheer numbers went against their odds when it came to the likes of even a small town. They’d wisely retreated to the wilderness. From afar, they’d seen their cautiousness validated as some humans used long sticks that clapped like thunder to kill from a distance. Awe had rolled through the pack when they’d first seen such a thing. Clearly, they’d have to recalculate how they approached humans before they inevitably took more mates from them.
They fed themselves well enough, foraging for berries and unleashing themselves on unsuspecting herds of deer. Bluebell, clever Bluebell, had reasoned that the humans from the lab might be chasing them, and so she convinced the others to disguise their kills to look like they belonged to the predatory denizens of the forest who competed with the raptors for meat. They were careful not to leave tracks and to bury their droppings.
Despite all this, life was not easy. The humans from the lab—the creators, the ones they’d claimed as mates—were in pursuit. Sunny and Pinky had been happy to discover this, taking it as proof that the humans would surrender to their affections, but Flame and Bluebell correctly intuited that the humans’ pursuit of them was not romantic in nature. Flame was angry to see the humans unlearn the lessons they had taught them; he was certain that their mates would come around, but until then, the raptors had to be deft and avoid capture.
But one night, about five days after their escape, Bluebell began acting up. The raptors owed much to the canine DNA which had been used to patch their genome; their pack structure and the males’ knots, for one. But Bluebell was falling victim to another canine gift; her body felt positively on fire with the unquenchable need to breed.
The other three raptors had all satiated their desires with the humans before making their escape, but she had no such luck, and was quickly growing wildly, desperately amorous. Worried she’d get them caught, Flame drove her away to sate herself with one of the beasts of the forest while he led their pursuers on a merry chase.
Alain Nellis leaned back, a groan rocking through his old bones. Since the morning of the raptors’ escape, he and the scientists had been chasing the runaway dinos madcap through the woods. Marcia Blackthorne—a woman Nellis hadn’t even known existed until now—had sent over a van and high-tech equipment to help with the search.
Fran had also shakily explained that this equipment had come with a deadline. Should they fail to meet it, they would become Blackthorne’s new test subjects.
Funnily enough, despite the fancy equipment the company had lent them, it was none other than trusty Bells who had proven the most useful at tracking the raptors. The faithful German Shepard had led them into the woods, and though she sometimes turned up false positives when she stopped at a fun place to play, more often than not she led them to the sites of recent kills or other activity. A few times they’d even seen colored scales slinking through the trees, but always faster than they could chase, and none of the tranquilizers had shot true.
Though Nellis was the dog’s main handler, he was getting a bit old to tromp through the woods day after day. He’d let Fran—for whom the dog seemed to have developed an affinity, often nosing around the woman’s tummy with a happy wag of her tail—handle it for now while he rested in a shaded meadow a small walk from their van.
After fiddling with a device the company had given them, trying to make heads or tails of the thing, Nellis sighed and pulled out a small brass locket. Inside was a picture of his wife, whom he’d been lovingly married to for sixteen years before cancer had stolen her away. He’d never remarried since. So focused was the old guard on the portrait that he didn’t notice the shape creeping at him in the shadows.
Bluebell was by now almost wholly consumed by estrus, mindlessly needing to breed, but even in those sexual throes, she had chafed at Flame’s command to rut with an animal and get it over with. They had all fucked humans, so why couldn’t she? Following her nose, she’d chanced upon him. Ah… a male human, all alone. Perfect.
Nellis had just tucked the locket away when a sudden force knocked him to the ground. He fell backwards onto a cushioned, grassy patch of soil, the wind knocked from him, and stared up in shock and amazement as a lizard the size of a wolf pinned him down.
Scales that shone like lazuli… this had to be the one they called ‘Bluebell.’ Nellis despaired. He was pinned and winded, and completely at her mercy.
Though he expected the raptor to gut him, the beast was acting strange; her eyes were all unfocused and she whined and keened in a high, erratic pitch. Remembering the stories the scientists had told him and smelling something sharp in the air, Nellis realized that the raptor was aroused.
Bluebell, frustrated at the fact that her chosen mate’s cock wasn’t immediately visible, scrabbled angrily at his pants to free it. As she did so, she accidentally jostled his right arm.
His right arm, just like the leg on the same side, was a prosthetic lost in a factory accident some years back. He’d long since grown used to it, but it was now seeming to attract the dino’s attention.
Even consumed by lust as she was, the natural inquisitiveness of Bluebell directed her focus to the prosthetic, and she leaned over to toy and play with it. Amazing… a false limb that snapped and moved like the doors and handles back in the lab? Humans truly were ingenious—which made them all the better choices for mates!
By now, Nellis was starting to get his wind back. If he moved fast and smart, he might be able to stun the raptor and make his escape…
But a sudden realization struck him. He had taken more than just the device from the van. This was his shot. But it would require him to…
He swallowed, figuring there was nothing for it but to do it. Gently reaching up his left hand as Bluebell continued playing with his right, he rubbed her muff.
The effect was immediate. The raptor squealed and flushed, her voice high with arousal. Nellis pushed in again, feeling a burning desire seep into him. The scientists had warned him that the blue female’s juices could be addicting and slow the mind; he wanted to keep his face well away from her, maintaining control of his faculties, but he still felt a low undercurrent of it.
Feeling sure the raptor now considered him a prospective mate, Nellis grabbed her hips and, when she didn’t protest, he maneuvered himself to a standing position behind her, the dino rubbing her loins up against him. By now his half-shredded pants and underwear had fallen in ribbons to the earth, and the effect of her juices was making him erect.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this, Nellis thought, and then he shoved inside.
Her walls were warm and tight, and she clenched hard around him, the feeling stroking his cock. He grunted and slammed in again. Bluebell keened, scratching her claws into the dirt with delight; she was sure not to be noisy in case their pursuers were nearby, but she still loved it.
After a few rapid-fire fuckings, Nellis bucked into Bluebell, who rubbed back against him playfully. Caught in the spur of the moment, Nellis raised a hand and spanked the raptor on her rear. She chirped with shock, but being a beast, she liked being put in her place. Sensing her happiness, Nellis spanked her again and she clenched pleasingly around him. He grunted, cumming inside of her, and then slumped halfway against her, spent.
But Bluebell wasn’t done with him. She had to cum, too. She worried and teased at him, bothering him during his short rest until he was ready to go again. Nellis did as she wished and slipped in again, spanking her all the while. They fucked a second time, Bluebell dancing close but not quite cumming, until he angled his hips. That new angle let him stroke a part of her that sang at the lightest touch, and this time Bluebell happily came, exulting in her wise choice of mate; but she still wasn’t done. Insatiable, the raptor wouldn’t let him go, and though Nellis was careful to keep away from her intoxicating juices, they still fucked two more times until the older man’s body finally gave out. He collapsed into the meadow, chest heaving, unable to do any more, and Bluebell, finally satisfied, curled up against him with a pleasant chirp.
It wasn’t to last.
More shapes melted out of the forest, pink and yellow and crimson—and it was this foremost one which led the charge. Flame was furious that Bluebell had endangered the pack by mating with a human. He ought to beat her black and blue! Bluebell hissed back, conveying that she was the alpha female and entitled to whatever mate she chose, and it was clear this human wasn’t a danger to them. Sunny and Pinky stayed out of it, watching the back-and-forth.
Deciding that a throwdown with his second-in-command wasn’t worth it, Flame hissed threateningly at Nellis, the message clear: do not follow. He slunk away into the trees, the other raptors following, Bluebell included, but before she left, the raptor shot one last coy gaze over her shoulder.
Nellis just leaned back with an aggrieved sigh, trying not to feel too guilty about the locket in his pocket—or about how much he’d really, really enjoyed that tryst. He’d done it for himself and the wellbeing of the scientists, so his wife had to understand it wasn’t a betrayal.
After a few hours his stamina was back, and he shakily rose and made his way back to the van. The others were there, alongside Bells, and were looking frantic.
“Nellis!” Sarah cried, running over to meet him. Her eyes were wide. “We were just about to go looking!” Her eyes drifted down to his loins, bare and messy with sexual fluids. “Wait—wh-what—”
“Your clothes are shredded,” Fran noted, coming up alongside Sarah. “The raptors found you?”
Nellis nodded. “The blue one. Don’t worry, I kept clear of those juices, so I’m still in control. It was mostly just her, but the others showed up near the end.”
Fran nodded as if he’d confirmed a suspicion, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So they’re still together. Sorry you had to go through that.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Nellis admitted, and he thought Sarah’s ears burned pink with embarrassment—or maybe arousal? “Besides, I managed to do something I think might help us.”
Fran raised a questioning eyebrow, and Nellis grinned, pulling out a small device. “Was fiddling with this thing before she pounced me. A tracker, right?”
Fran’s eyes widened as Sarah grasped. “No way—you didn’t—”
Nellis just smirked. “Actually, I did. It was easy, given how… distracted she was.”
Even at that moment, as the raptors slunk away through the trees, a tiny electronic dot, not even half as big as a pencil eraser, clung innocuously behind the ridgelike crest on the back of Bluebell’s head, a spot where it would be unlikely be scratched or knocked loose or spotted by the other raptors. The dot sent out invisible waves that could be read by anyone with the right device.
And the raptors were none the wiser.