No CGI: False Clutch 1
#40 of No CGI: The Actors of Jurassic Park
It's time for T to lay, and it happens at the best possible moment: while shooting Jurassic Park 2.
No CGI: False Clutch 1
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{It's time for T to lay, and it happens at the best possible moment: while shooting Jurassic Park 2.}
Two other people in Hollywood called and met up with you, though these were humans and they were not your type, so the meetings were not nearly as much fun as the one with Mr. Walters.
Your matte painting work is done for the day, so you've been mopping up after R. Sometimes other dinosaurs call you over to mop up the trail of slit juice they left. After the third time, you are certain they are doing it on purpose, and you play around with it, pretending to lick it up because the mop is saturated.
R never passes up a chance to yank your shorts down and expose your cock to anyone watching. You are afraid he will rip them off and make you go through a workday naked. You don't want him to know that you hope he will because he would actually do it.
Thinking about this, you turn to Charles. You are dying to know how others see him, and how this works. What will happen to him when he gets home? Will anyone else see him as a dinosaur, and why can't you?
R and Jeff Goldblum are filming one of the POV sequences for the raptors, the ones that hint that the dinosaurs are more than mindless killing machines and have curiosity and intelligence.
As you watch them do another take, you wonder why people can see the dinosaurs as dinosaurs when they are painted and on camera, but not when they are out and about in the real world. Has nobody studied how this works?
Spielberg says cut, and that's your cue to enter the set and mop up all the places where R walked. He leaves so much slit juice behind it's a wonder he is cast for any role. Maybe his intimidating presence is enough to get him special treatment.
Goldblum doesn't seem too chatty; probably focused on getting this scene right, so you don't even make eye contact. It seems inappropriate to mention you enjoyed _The Fly_.
R keeps moving, and you have to keep up with everything he does. He glances at you and winks, shaking his hips, making another string fly from his slit and hit the ground. You pretend to grumble and mop it up.
You catch a glimpse of Goldblum watching you, smirking. You smile back and follow R as he makes a figure 8 around the set.
*
T held still for the close-up. She knew in editing they would make it look like she was watching the group of humans, tilting her head, observing them rather than hunting them.
She raised her hand, looked at it. Cameras zoomed in on her three fingers. In the distance, another camera was zooming in on humans, and their five fingers.
Shots that implied thought and observation instead of mindless hunting. This was the whole reason she and the others signed up for these roles. The chance to show dinosaurs were not just monsters.
Spielberg said cut, and T lowered herself to her belly, roosting, as C would say.
Spielberg went off to review the dailies. Other members of the crew followed. Nobody had mentioned the naked human on set playing a compy. T was planning for Charles to move in. Legally, he could, since she and J were sponsors. As far as the state of California was concerned, C was another dinosaur from the former Soviet Union come to America. A social worker registered him in California, hatching in Ohio purely for bureaucratic reasons.
C wouldn't have a job or a home. Authorities would prevent him from leaving the district; they always stepped up patrols after a migration. Charles would have no life to return to.
T looked forward to helping him adjust to existing as one thing while perceived as something else. The more she thought about it, the more appealing it seemed. Isha had a wife and a husband at the same time. T had grown up assuming that was normal, and now she had two husbands.
E and C had just finished up their shots for the compy scenes. They'd been talking quite a bit since C was cast. E looked so much better after a migration. So did J.
So did...
T rose. Her belly stirred. Her tail lifted. She had an urge to squat, and no matter how hard she tried to remain upright, her body pulled her down. She waved to J, hissing.
*
X's affinity for insects had tickled the crew so much they decided to give him a scene with bugs crawling all over him. Large beetles, spiders, ladybugs. He hoped he would become a recognizable character throughout the film. The Bug-dino.
For this shot, he was covered in Daddy Longlegs. Spielberg had been so taken seeing one crawling on a raptor's snout they acquired more of them just for this shot.
Cameras captured their movements up and down his entire body from snout to tail.
Someone asked how he didn't flinch.
X huffed. "They're har[m]less."
The dailies looked good. The sight of a raptor covered in bugs was so exotic. X wondered where they would use the shots. Three of the bugs had perched on his crown and seemed content to stay there. X wandered off and found E on the sidelines, watching Comma clean up after R.
X bumped E with his muzzle and stood hip to hip with him. They rubbed muzzles and watched, amused watching R expose Comma to Jeff Goldblum while the human struggled to keep up with R's waterfall of a slit.
E had told him about what they did to the copies of the drawings of R, and X had convinced both of them to do it again on camera. First he wanted Comma to write a story to justify jerking a dinosaur off on top of pictures. The whole thing seemed too good not to make a video out of. He hoped they would be inspired to perform it at some point. For now, they amused themselves watching Comma follow R around, no matter what complicated pattern he made on the set.
The Daddy Longlegs climbed down X's arm and found E's shoulder.
The crew promised to find other insects. Bigger. More imposing. X had volunteered to be filmed with a Black Widow crawling on him, and he overheard people discussing the logistics of how this could be accomplished. X hoped it would happen. It would look cool on camera.
People were asking him if he really would feel comfortable with a Black Widow crawling on him. They had no idea.
X heard the _call_.
He caught the scent.
E did, too. They both turned and found T. Her posture made both of them move--an unconscious reaction deeply ingrained in the psyche.
X dashed to his camera bag. He pulled out a wad of 100s and ran to the nearest cameraman. He tapped the him on the shoulder. The man turned to him.
"What's going on?"
X presented a few of the bills. "Will you hel[p] us ca[p]ture this [m]o[m]ent?"
The cameraman pocketed the money. "I can change reels. Is that...?"
"She's a[b]out to lay eggs. Hel[p] us fil[m] this. I'll [b]uy the reel."
"For real?"
"No[b]ody's ever ca[p]tured it on fil[m] [b]efore."
Camera A wound the film and bent down to fetch a fresh reel.
By now T had attracted the attention of everyone on set. J and C had approached, and she had brought them close, holding hands. She couldn't seem to rise out of a squatting position, and she was huffing and moaning.
X ran to another cameraman and handed him a few large bills.
Just like that, he had recruited help.
Comma had run to X's bag and fetched a handheld and was already shooting.
R was holding everyone at a distance.
Good thing the director was off set reviewing dailies. It freed the rest of the crew to attend to their own tasks.
*
T's left hand clasped J's. Her right hand clasped C's.
Her mother was right. When the body starts moving, you can't control it, and right now she couldn't straighten up. The eggs were coming, and everything in her wanted to do whatever it took to welcome them. She stood, squatted, tail extended, barely able to speak.
One of the eggs was already moving.
Her body convulsed as the egg pushed against her.
Sex was prelude.
The female body rewarded her for bearing eggs with the most intense ecstasy anyone could experience.
T gasped and her legs shuddered. The egg pushed forth.
She gripped both of her mates harder. She rubbed muzzles with the red raptor. He purred in reply.
She rubbed muzzles with C. He wasn't human. T felt three fingers. Even after blinking, she saw a yellow utahraptor crouching before her, sharing this moment. The signals her body sent seemed to move through her and into them, and they shuddered with her.
The egg pushed. She felt it peeking.
She looked down and noticed both of her mates were out of their slits. She gave each of them a lick, and the egg moved again. T's muzzle opened and no sound came out.
T wanted a clutch to lay every day. Sex wasn't enough--she craved eggs all the time.
The egg slid from her and came to a gentle rest on the floor of the set.
T noted the cameras on her. She noted X running between two film cameras, whispering to them, and sometimes whispering to Comma.
She noted R and E holding a perimeter, holding the audience behind the studio lights.
She noted Jeff Goldblum in the audience.
T gasped and needed a whole minute to catch her breath. That egg had been an orgasm that lasted five whole minutes. When she felt the next one move into position, she clutched her mates' hands and moved to the side just a little, giving this egg room.
As if expecting her to say it, J and C kissed for her. She nuzzled them, and they both licked her muzzle.
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