Bronto Burger with Sauce
This story is inspired by Kaa Starhunter's picture: No shirt.
It's based around the concept of sexual activities, clothes, family, and a fast food restaurant.
Please note that Kaa is not the one that made this story, so its existence doesn't mean he believes you should do this sort of thing in McDonalds or similar establishments. It's purely for personal enjoyment and amusement.
On an alternate note. Some typo's you find in here are deliberate, such as 'cloths' being a play on 'clothes'. Some typo's are real, and I apologize in advance (This is my first story posted after all. I have to paste it from Word).
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Story © by me: Coldstone. Please don't distribute. (I can do that myself) Link is fine!
Humans are strange; there's nothing else to it. Why would anything confine itself in 'cloths' other than to keep warm, dress up for events, and keep you clean when doing something messy? Any why are they so fixated on nudity in public? You'd think after the first five incidents involving tourists, a camera flash, and an anthropomorphic dinosaur finally snapping from the constant shudder clicks would make them learn better?
But no, it kept on happening, and the little flesh bags have the nerve to complain when it happens, like it was our fault! It was at this time that the government finally put up a reasonable decency law: No flash photography without the subjects expressed permission, and an encouragement for citizens to wear specially designed clothes when going through tourist areas. We thought that would help out, and it does; humans complain about the fact some of the dinosaurs they see are doing explicit acts in public, or with children. Now it's one thing if someone catches rape (no one likes taking it up the ass when they're busy shopping or something), but when they complain about disciplining or just enjoying themselves, it gets troublesome. We're very content saurians after all, some sex, food, a good partner...Well, we're not all like that, but as long as we're not screwing in the middle of the street, most don't' mind or walk on if they do.
Point in fact; there was this once incident at a Mc'Bronto's a few days back that was actually reported by several humans. We found it hilarious really, as it was a good show of our own patriotism in our lands, and just how much we're concerned with our 'decency' around them...
~Somewhere at a Mc'Bronto's...
The Stegosaurus at the cash register had just started working at Mc'Bronto's. He knew enough to run the machine, and take orders with relative ease, even how not to scare the human customers. This particular Mc'Bronto's was in one of the human tourist sections, so it was required to wear clothing (more or less) while in the area. Everything was going well for the Stego that day, only one fixed order and no crowding lines to rush through.
Then the door opens, and a Tyrannosaurus Rex enters with his family. Like many saurian families that did come into the area, they had on clothes. The Father was wearing a deep blue 'Jurassic Park' T-shirt, and the white sneakers were designed with the large feet in mind. It contrasted greatly with his green hide, one of the many reasons clothes were still looked at dubiously, since it was hard for some dinosaurs to color coordinate. There was only one thing that this family had neglected to consider when they had arrived.
...none of them had any pants.
Everyone but the father went to get a table, the two young ones apparently arguing over something quietly (no doubt a little shy of all the humans and other saurians staring, much for the same reason). It was a boy and a girl; the boy probably just hitting his teens, his sister a little less than that. The large male stepped up to the cash register as the Stego was turned away, coughing politely to get his attention. Realizing he had a customer "Stan" turned back and greeted him with a smile. "Welcome to Mc'Bronto's! What can I get you sir?"
The Tyrannosaurus grinned and nodded in greeting, and steps back to get a full view of the menu. Stan gets himself a rather large eyeful of that hanging shaft, going wide eyed and slack jawed at the unexpected event. "Uhh, I'll have two Mc'Bronto happy meals, two double pounder Bronto Burgers, and a...what?" Stan blinks and realizes he's been staring, blushing slightly as he tries to speak. "S-sir, I'm afraid I will have to ask you..." But the Rex just got a knowing sort of grin, and reached down to fondle his shaft, which had begun to grow. "What? Leave? No I don't. Your sign specifically says 'No shirt, no shoes, no service'. There's nothing wrong with no pants." The Stego simply stares a bit more, caught between what 'is' true, what he knows, and the fact there's a cock being stroked right in front of him.
"Well?!? What's your fucking problem?" The Rex was getting impatient and perhaps a bit aroused from all the stroking he had managed with Stan staring. "I ordered two meals, two burgers and a milkshake! Are you going to shut your mouth and get it fucking cooking or not!?"
That finally got poor Stan's heart pumping, quickly punching in the order and going in back to help personally with getting it done as quickly as he could. By the time he returned the pant-less male had thankfully moved up to the pick up counter, the hips and below blocked by it as he handed the order over. "Here you go sir...that will be..." The price was said, paid for, and they Tyrannosaur walked over to the table his family chose.
Stan was just glad he didn't have to stare at that bouncing maleness anymore, and quickly went on break to relieve himself...
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"Lunch is here! Daro, where'd your sister get off to?" The Rex set the large tray with the meals and burgers down and slid it to the center of the table for all, then taking his own seat across from his mate. "She uh...I d-don't really know Dad." Daro was breathing heavily with his hands under the table, eyes partly lidded as he was no doubt doing something pleasing. "Well that's because you got her head between your legs! Quick mouth fucking your sister and eat your meal." With a light tug of the tail underneath the table, Daro's father pulled his daughter up from underneath, the blushing girl licking her lips clean and reaching for her meal to eat. "Aww Dad! I was just waiting for the food, and he dared me to do it!"
Daro gave his sister a look of daggers, but their mother just cut them off with a glare. She unwrapped her Bronto burger and took the first bite. She chewed for about half a minute before swallowing, and places the burger back down and lifts the top off. "This is a bit bland Julius dear; did you bring ketchup or anything?" Julius (the father) looks up with a brief face of surprise, then a frown as he growls at himself and bows his head. "No dear, I forgot. Did you want anything besides ketchup?" His mate merely grinned at him, and beneath the table, her thick tail travels up his leg and rubs at his fading hard on. "Well, I could use some of that special sauce perhaps. Yours is probably as bland as mine too."
Julius's own eyes with half-lidded this time, showing where his son had picked up that habit. "Mmmm, that's not a bad idea... Daro! Since you thought daring your sister to suck you off was so fun, you can get under the table this time." The younger Rex looks at his father in surprise, a little ashamed at the 'punishment' as it was partly to be, but excited at the treat he would get afterward. His head went under, and his tail end peeked up from beneath the table for a moment, then it vanished altogether. His father smiled and leaned back, spreading his legs so one was out into the aisle for all to see as the subtle sounds of sucking and stroking began.
"Oh yeah...that was a good idea love. Pass me that milkshake will you?" His head leaned forward so he could catch the arriving straw with his tongue, pulling it into his muzzle and taking several gulps of the cold treat, then with a slurp pulls off it with a grin. "Mmmm, just like your Mother makes it kids, but colder!" He and his wife snickered slightly, while their daughter just giggled and leaned back to watch her brother suck her father off in between bites.
Beneath the table and on the slightly dirty floor, Daro was busy working between sucking off his sire and stroking at his own modest penis, focused more on the larger flesh before him before he got poked for being slow. Tongue wrapped and stroked a bit faster than the bobbing of his muzzle, the simplicities of teasing forgot for the sake of expediency. It didn't take too long before the larger male above gave an audible grunt, flexed his toes in those shaped shoes, and came in his son's muzzle. Daro almost gagged on the amount he managed to get, just a little short of overflow before he slid off the slackening cock and sealed his lips, coming up from below with the special sauce.
"Good boy Daro, you can finish once you put that on our burgers please." Everyone handed their food to the young male as he carefully let pre-determined amounts of Tyrannosaurus semen onto the buns, then closed them and handed them back. He gave his sister his share of it, just to spite her and make her whine a bit at having it run all over and get her hands and fries messy. Julius merely chuckled at this, and stole some of Daro's fries to give to his sister.
Now Daro could get the sauce for his burger. Leaning back against the upholstery of the seat, he leans his head back and starts stroking his shaft with newfound zeal, grunting and having to be nudged by his mother a few times to not make so much noise. Finally, that tingling sensation burned and started to travel, he pinched his cock head, stood up in his seat, removed the bun off his burger, and gives a long sigh as he finally let loose his own sperm onto his meal. Several spurts shot past the burger and hit the table instead, but the rest went where it was suppose to, and he only had to use a napkin to clean up what missed.
Once everyone was finished eating, had made sure they didn't leave any stains or things behind, they left the same way they came in. Stan the Stegosaurus wiped his brow with a spare napkin, relieved and disappointed they left. "Damn...I need to get a job in one of the regular areas..." The bell for the door jingled again, and he looked up to greet his next customer...only to somehow pale to an almost tan color as he looked up, then down."
The Brachiosaurus smiled down at him, head ducked slightly so he could see the menu more clearly. Like the Rex earlier, he wore a deep blue, 'Jurassic Park' T-shirt, and for shoes, he hand on heavily modified sandals. When he turns to look at Stan more directly, the protruding cock and balls of this endowed male accidentally smacked the cash register. "Oops! Sorry about that. Do you guys still serve the Kahn Salad?"
~
I have to thank the fact I was there personally to see all this. Quite frankly I was doing my best not to laugh out loud or bust my pants with my erection (My partner, a human named Sybill, was more amused than most humans were. She is one of the few understanding souls in skin I know). I filled the report, knowing someone would report it eventually anyways, and then I sent a notice to both the Rex family and the Brachiosaur to find themselves pants (or to go into a different Mc'Bronto's). Over all, this went much better than most incidents fair. There was a human that asked for 'special sauce' once from his neighbor consumer, a raptor I notice has a bad habit of showing up in reports for hitting human groins when insulted. Sybill claims he probably thought it was common practice, but I figured he was just being a perv. Course, that's a different story entirely...
Did I mention the human had the nerve to go in without pants too?
-Fin-