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From the corner of her eye, Fran could see him--Flame, the leader of the raptors. He was there, resplendent under the sun, his crimson scales dappling, his cock on firm display. He shot a hungry look at her that made her melt, made her quake. She... she needed him. She needed him inside her! She--

The van hit a bump and the action jolted Fran. Blinking out of her reverie, she glanced out the window again. Nothing... she rubbed her face with an aggrieved sigh.

"Hey," Z called from behind the wheel, "are you doing okay, boss?"

"Yes," Fran responded. "I was just daydreaming again, is all."

Z shrugged and returned his attention to the road, and Fran let the trees pass her by as she reflected. It had been about a week since Nellis had placed the tracker, and they were closer than ever to capturing the rogue raptors. The raptors, though, were more cunning than they'd given them credit for. They didn't seem to have uncovered the tracker, but they appeared to have put together that their chasers did have some method of zeroing in on their locations and had fled deep into the wilderness. The tracking was only of limited use when the group were forced to press them on foot, away from their equipment.

Thankfully, they'd corralled them closer(ish) to civilization, and Fran couldn't help but feel grateful. Every day spent chasing the dinos was a day that the ticking clock brought them closer to Blackthorne's deadline. If they weren't careful, they would end up as the next batch of test subjects...

All in all, it had been a very stressful time for Fran and the gang, which is why she wasn't all that concerned about her occasional daydreams about Flame. She'd been seeing him more and more frequently, always imagining him erect and ready. Disturbingly, her body always seemed to respond to it... even now, she was still a touch worked up from the interrupted dream she'd had earlier.

She hadn't mentioned it to the others, of course. They'd had enough to deal with--Z and Sarah's burgeoning relationship, for one, plus Nellis himself had gotten some one-on-one time with the raptors. She still felt a bit responsible for that, even if the man himself didn't seem too upset over it.

And the stress of the chase had started to affect her physically as well. She was just feeling a bit... blah lately. Waking up feeling hung-over despite not having touched alcohol in an age, occasional bouts of nausea... just the worst. The fact that they'd spent the past few nights kitting out in the van hadn't helped things. Fran desperately wanted nothing more than to sleep in a real, genuine bed.

And thankfully, her wish was about to be granted.

Sarah clasped Fran's arm. "Look, look! There it is!" Fran smiled as they rounded the ill-maintained road. The forest was acre after acre of aromatic fir trees, but squatting in a cleared-out space was a homey-looking lodge with a wooden sign out front. When they'd chased the raptors to this part of the wilderness, Nellis had volunteered this as a place to stay. "I sometimes go hunting here when I got the time," he'd explained. The lodge was small and unimposing, and it looked like it had no amenities to speak of.

Fran also didn't give a damn. If it had a bed and a shower, that would be enough for her.

Still feeling a bit blah, she let Nellis take the lead as they parked the van and headed inside. Bells stayed out to happily frolic in the flowers near the walkway. The receptionist, a young, sporty woman who looked like she was here as a temp gig between college semesters, frowned when she saw them. "Two rooms, is it?" she said. "You're a bit early. We can't let you in yet..."

Just as Nellis opened his mouth to entreat her, a sharp twinge resounded from Fran's gut and she felt her legs become jelly. She managed to just have enough time to think Oh dear before she stumbled and sagged sideways with a groan, only managing to avoid taking a spill by steadying herself against the wooden walls. Her legs trembled and she groaned as her stomach twinged again. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

The receptionist and Fran's co-workers were all looking at her with some concern before the woman cleared her throat. "Well, one of the rooms should be clean in any case," she said. "It's two per, right? Here." She fished out a metal key and passed it to Sarah. "You paid over the phone, so just let her rest."

"I'm fine," Fran said. "I don't need to be babied." Or rather, that's what she wanted to say. Instead, it came out "'Mfnn. Eydnnehtbehbyd." No one looked convinced, and she grudgingly made use of Sarah's proffered shoulder to lean on.

"Right," Sarah said. "It'll be me and Fran in one room and you two in another. Since you've got time to kill anyway, we could use some essentials."

"But the nearest supermarket is an hour's drive away from here!" Z complained. "We already passed it on our way--"

He silenced with a meep when Sarah shot him a downright infernal glare. Smiling, Nellis laid his hand on Z's shoulder. "Gotta know when to fold 'em, son," he says. "They got us licked. We'll be back soon enough." The older man steered Z outdoors, Bells following them to the van, and Sarah sniffed before leading Fran down the hall to their room.

For such a meek girl, that wasn't a bad showing, Fran thought, and she expressed as such to Sarah. The younger woman waved off the compliment. "Oh, it's just Z," she said. "You know how easy it is to whip him into line."

She had a point, but Fran couldn't help but reflect that ever since the... incident surrounding the raptors' escape, Sarah had slowly grown more poised and confident. She would make a great research director someday.

Assuming Blackthorne doesn't chain her in a lab and breed her full of experiments, that is.

The thought came unbidden to Fran, and she grimaced. She had to keep Blackthorne's hands off of her team. She'd already failed them once by letting the raptors get their claws on them. If she were to fail them again...

Well, frankly, she would deserve whatever Blackthorne put her through.

When the two scientists arrived in their room, it was a cozy room with walls made of logs and photos of local landscapes hung on the wall. It had an aging microwave, two small twin beds, and the tiniest mini-fridge that Fran had ever seen. But even better, there was a small, attached bathroom with a spotless shower.

"Freshen and rest up," Sarah said, depositing Fran on one of the beds and nodding at the shower.

"What about you?" Fran asked. She felt well enough to stand under her own power again, but was still definitely not up to her full condition.

"I'll go for a walk," Sarah said. "City girl like me, I've never really had a chance to enjoy real nature--at least not without having to hunt down captive raptors." She pulled out a device. "The tracker shows they're close, but not close enough that raiding the lodge should be a threat, and it'll warn me if they get closer." She pocketed the key and made for the door. "Just rest, alright? I mean it."

Giving her own boss orders, Fran thought ruefully, shaking her head. Maybe she's gotten a little too confident lately. But Sarah's ideas were sound. They hadn't had a shot for a decent wash for at least half a week, and she intended to make the most of it.

Once she was inside the shower proper, letting the warm water rinse down her olive skin, she felt like her worries were washing away with the accumulated dirt and sweat. Humming to herself, Fran grabbed the little scented soap bar the lodge kept out and took to scrubbing herself. She started on her arms and legs, moving with repetitive, insistent pressure. Then she scrubbed her face, making sure to keep her eyes closed. After that, she moved to her torso.

Her breasts were first; she made sure to clear away the bottom, where stuff could accumulate over long days. After that came her stomach. Fran frowned down at it as she lathered it up. She hadn't noticed, but she was looking almost a little bloated, with her normally-flat tummy sticking out just a bit. Coupled with that twinge earlier... food poisoning? Something worse? After poking it experimentally and finding it unusually resistant, she resolved to keep an eye on it.

Resuming her wash, she finished scrubbing herself clean and moved on to shampoo and condition her hair. After she was all finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out, the normal air a shock compared to the hot and humid bathroom. Sarah wasn't back yet, but that was fine; Fran flopped down on the nearest of the two twin beds. It was comfort like she couldn't have believed, and she quickly found herself lulled to sleep.

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She dreamed of Flame's cock. She knelt before the red raptor, staring worshipfully up at him as he smirked down at her. He rubbed his penis against her face and his musk ate at her within her dream. On some weird internal level Fran knew that this wasn't what she wanted, but her body was enthralled by an urge she couldn't sate. It was like her initial fucking by Flame had touched a spark to tinder and now it was blazing in and out of control, the conflagration threatening to devour her very being. In the dream she lusciously and willingly lapped at the dino cock, exulting in every aspect of it, before turning onto her hands and knees like some wild bitch. It was as if the in-control scientist had gone away, replaced by a hungry, insatiable mate.

"Take me, Flame!" she crooned, and her partner wasted no time. He mounted her, his claws gripping so tight they left angry red streaks on her flesh. That only worked her up more, and Fran moaned as her secret kink was satisfied. Flame's cock inside of her was everything she'd wished for, and he thundered into her again and again. With each push, her body screamed for more, her pussy nearly gulping him down as she pushed up against him. With a rough snarl, Flame hilted in her and came in her again, and on some level Fran understood that this sealed it, that this bound her inextricably to him, that she was his now, but it didn't matter because he was jetting over and over inside of her, spurring a hot fire in her tummy--

Her tummy--

It twinged--

And with a sharp bout of nausea, Fran was shaken out of her dream, her stomach roiling. Her limbs scarcely heeding her commands, she rolled out of bed and made for the restroom. Sarah (who was in the other bed; she must have returned while Fran was zonked out) called after her and was ignored. Fran knelt over the toilet and heaved for a few moments, feeling sick and worried.

Steps rang out behind her and then Sarah was there. "Fran," she said, "are you okay?"

"Just feel a little sick," she muttered back. From the corner of her eye she could see Sarah's gaze drift over her form and then settle on her stomach, widening. That's right... because they'd spent at least a week out in the wild, bundled up against the elements, Fran's layers had hidden her bodily changes. None of them knew she was bloating up. But then, why would any of them care?

Sarah rose wordlessly and grimly left the room. From the other side of the wall, Fran heard a knock, followed by Bells's happy bark (the lodge was pet-friendly, and Bells was rooming with the boys) and the sound of indistinct speech. Moments later, Sarah returned, holding a little plastic stick.

"Here," she said, jabbing it at Fran. "I had Z pick this up. You should use it."

Fran grasped it with trembling fingers and her eyebrows climbed. "A pregnancy test?" she said. "Wait, why did you have Z pick one of these up?"

A moment passed and Sarah's ears turned pink. "Th-that's not important right now," she said. "Just use it."

"This isn't morning sickness, Sarah," Fran chided. "I haven't had sex anytime recently enough for this to..." She trailed off, suddenly horrified and frightened by what her friend was implying.

"I think we both know that's not true," Sarah said quietly. She stepped out. "I'll just... leave you to it."

Positioning herself, Fran shook, her arms shaking from more than just her sudden bout of weakness. It couldn't be. It couldn't be.

...it was.

She stared at the stick and its positive reading, horrified, for quiet minutes until Sarah knocked on the door, inquiring if everything was alright. Wordlessly, trembling, Fran rose and unlocked the door. She couldn't say anything; she just showed Sarah the test.

Sarah stared at it and then pulled Fran in for a hug. "Oh god, I hoped it wasn't the case," she said. "I'm--Fran, I--"

Fran was struck speechless. She'd--she'd seen Sarah swell with eggs, but those had been dummies, and they'd occurred so fast. She--she couldn't be--

Sarah squeezed her tight and Fran was cognizant of the other woman's stomach pressing against hers in ways it shouldn't have been. It was... oh god, it was her baby bump. She was pregnant with Flame's babies. She'd been bred by a beast.

"I'll get the others," Sarah said after breaking the hug. "They need to know." Fran just walked over and sat dumbly on her bed, one hand cradling her tummy. Thinking.

The meeting went fast, all things concerned. It wasn't like there was much any of them could do. Fran absolutely didn't want to carry this to term, but if they went to any clinic, they gambled the knowledge getting back to Blackthorne, who would definitely spirit Fran away as a test subject whether she caught the raptors or no. Their only recourse was to keep on as they had been, capture the dinos by the deadline, and then sever ties with the company before Blackthorne suspected anything. And then...

And then Fran would lay them. Flame's children. Her children. Dinosaur eggs.

She stroked her stomach again, feeling the heavy weight in it, despairing at the way the what-ifs seemed to swallow her future. As she did so, Bells--perhaps sensing her disquiet--trotted over to her and rested her head in Fran's lap. Fran smiled down at the German Shepherd despite everything.

"You're such a good girl, Bells," she said. And it was true; she'd been a tremendous help chasing the dinos. "Even if you've been feeling under the weather yourself..."

She trailed off. Wait. She glanced at Bells's stomach. None of them had been paying that much attention to the dog on their chase, since they had other things to worry about, but now that she considered it... Bells's tummy was looking tighter than usual. A lot tighter. And though they'd blamed it on how frequently she'd been put on tracking duty, she'd been acting lethargic as well...

The truth struck Fran like a thunderclap. "Oh God," she said. "It's not just me. It's you too." The others glanced at her and then at Bells. One by one, she saw recognition dawn on their faces.

"It can't be," Nellis said in the quietly awed voice of someone who had witnessed the impossible happen.

"It is," Fran said. "They got us both."

And as they murmured worriedly to one another, Bells just whined, panted, and wagged her tail, keeping her head in Fran's lap all the while. She didn't know why the humans were so upset. Didn't they know they had two mommies-to-be in the room? Surely that was the happiest news of all!