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HOOO Boy, this is LONG, and a long time cumming. there's ALOT more exposition here, but i included it cause i wanted the characters to develop a little more. I apologize for it's tardiness, school and the holidays got in the way. i wrote the first few pages like 5 months ago or so, and have just now gotten to finish it. i hope you guys like it.

PS: Stayed tuned after the sex for a special message!

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In a dusty field under a blistering sun, a lanky, an overall-clad T-rex male toiled, dragging a pitchfork through the dirt to find roots and rocks. His scar-crossed skin glistening with sweat, he chuckled as he listened to his two brothers grunting under the weight of heavy water pails. Pausing to wipe sweat from his brow with a worn handkerchief, he narrowed his eyes as a vehicle skirted the fields, driving down the dirt path towards the farmhouse. He didn't recognize the car, a sleek silver convertible with wide rims and a sun-glassed driver. The farmer's heart jumped as his mind came to an improbable realization.

"Tibalt...?"

The convertible roared to a halt in the graveled driveway in front of the farmhouse, a cloud of dust settling as Tibalt Cunnings stepped out, smoothing his shirt and squinting in the sun despite his expensive sunglasses. He called out nervously, noting the three males running the half mile from the fields towards the farmhouse.

"Momma? Pa?"

The farmhouse door opened, an elderly female clad in a blue floral dress stepped onto the porch and looked down at the ex-ActiCorp executive. She covered her mouth in surprise, soft golden eyes wide.

"Mah Tibby?"

The two met at the bottom step, Tibalt's mother falling into her son's embrace. Hardly a moment later, an older male followed Mrs. Cunnings onto the front porch, leaning on a cane, his work- and weather-worn body hunched slightly. He smiled with warm familiarity and joy, watching his son ascend the stairs.

"It's been sixteen years, boy... I knew you'd come back."

Tibalt chuckled and hugged his father as his older brother and two younger brothers came to a halt at the steps. "I couldn't be gone forever, Pa."

Vincent 'Van' Tallis inhaled deeply as he jogged along the street, waving to his neighbors as he passed. His muscles rippled fluidly under his sweating hide, wet tank top clinging to the hard pecs and abs. He pumped his legs and arms in a smooth, oiled rhythm, his thin bike shorts barely hiding his soft, masculine equipment bouncing lightly as he jogged. Blissfully aware of his pounding heart, he enjoyed the feel of his blood pumping through him, muscles burning as he moved swiftly down the street. He smirked and blushed as the elderly Ceratopsian women down the block whistled and waved at him, giggling like schoolgirls. He slowed his jog as he approached his home, letting his next-door neighbor's lawn sprinkler spray him with cool water before slowing to a walk, stepping on the curb and onto his soft lawn.

Matt Shields coughed and huffed in agony, legs leaden and feet blistered as he followed a scant three yards behind his sexy friend Vincent, the bigger triceratops wheezing, aching for a cig. His eyes locked on the long-neck's swaying rear and stiff tail, member swelling as he remembered sliding between the two meaty cheeks just last night. Lost in lusty thought, he yelped as he slipped on the wet sidewalk and tumbled head first onto Vincent's moist lawn, sprawled on his stomach as he puffed and grunted in pain. The chubby trike glared in embarrassment as he heard the sharp laughter of children across the street, giggling at his fall. Van's laughter made him blush as the long-neck helped him up and planted a kiss on his wide frill.

"I have food inside, Matty, don't eat my grass, please." Joked Van.

"Hey -huff- fuck you -haff- quit runnin' so fast." Matt wheezed. He couldn't help but smirk as Van laughed helping him up to the stairs.

"Hey, I'm only trying to help your health..." Van trailed off as he saw a sleek silver car approaching his driveway.

"Is that Tibbs?" Matt blinked. He knew Van and his former employer were in the middle of a hot fling before Tibalt quit his position at ActiCorp in spectacular fashion. He'd been gone for the past two weeks, leaving Vincent feeling a tad lonely. Matt was more than happy to fill in the gap, having spent several days with his good friend and sometime-lover. Vincent shouted ecstatically, waving as the smaller rex pulled up into the driveway and hopped out. Matt watched the two embrace, the long-neck planting a kiss on Tibalt's cheek.

"How was the farm?"

"Dusty, hot, smelled like an animal- just like I remembered." They both laughed and walked towards the front door. Tibalt seemed to notice Matt now, assuming the steely aura he was used to at the office. "Shields; I trust you've enjoyed my absence." He said mirthlessly. He tried to pull himself up, standing straight in front of the ceratopsian. Matt wasn't quite as tall as Van, rather stout with a soft, rolling belly that overhung his belt a little. His biceps were thick, tight in the short sleeves he wore jogging. His thick hide was a dirty forest green, darker across his wide rounded frill and lighter around his lower back and chubby buttocks. His thighs and calves, while not as cleanly sculpted as Van's, were large and stocky, things his lovers enjoyed grabbing squeezing in the heat of passion. His horns were his proudest feature; the twins above his eyes were over a foot long and sanded to blunt points (it was illegal to keep any bodily weapon sharp if it was longer than an inch). His nose horn stood straight up, also rounded. All three were a pale ivory color, carefully smoothed and polished.

A wide smile spread over Matt's face. It was difficult to be afraid of the venom-spitting rex once he knew what kind of moaning wildcat he was in bed. He threw his arms around Tibalt's neck, bellowing with laughter.

"Drop it, red-snout, you don't have to play tough guy anymore. Come on, let's get a few brews, huh?"

Tibalt snorted as he was forcefully hugged to the frill-head's chest. "Oh, fine, but don't think I still approve of your slack, Matt."

An hour later found Matt and Tibbs lounging on lawn chairs on Van's backyard deck as the long-neck tended the grill. The pair chatted avidly, friendly and open as the hierarchy of the office no longer applied. They were on their second bottle, each puffing thick dark cigars. Tibalt purred in relaxation, looking at the fat round bottle of beer in his hand.

"Mmm, this is good shit, Matty. Beats the hell out of the domestic stuff my brothers drank."

"I mostly buy imports, man," chuckled Matt, "makes me sound smug I know, but it's so worth it." He took another breath of cigar. "The cigars aren't too bad, either."

"Heh, annual Christmas gifts to executives. I barely go through the entire box in a year, too."

Van rolled his eyes at the two, waving the cigar smoke away with the spatula. "Maybe I should have kept you two away from each other." He said sarcastically as he flipped the stuffed peppers and the thick glistening steak.

Matt waved a stench from his nose, faking a gag at the smell of cooking meat. "the cigar smoke I can understand, but how do you deal with the smell of burning flesh, Vanny?" he said, screwing his face in distaste as Tibalt laughed at his expression.

Van chuckled, "I worked for two years as a waiter at a restaurant that served all kinds of 'vores, and before that I was a kitchen-monkey. You get used to the smell quick."

They ate shortly thereafter, talking openly and amiably in Vincent's dining room. Tibalt consciously tried not to dig into his steak (it was surprisingly juicy and tender, he was pleased to find) like he and other carnivores tended to do, carefully cutting it into forkfuls. He nearly swallowed his fork when he felt Van's soft feet sneak under the table and stroke his own bare claws, shooting the long-neck a appreciative glance. Matt feigned ignorance, but he knew Van loved to tease his lovers in the company of others. Van was quite amused with Tibalt's reaction and continued to stroke the rex's feet with his own.

After dinner, the trio relaxed outside on Van's deck, still chatting.

"Where you gonna go, Tibbs? As hard-assed as you were," Matt chuckled, "you were a damn good manager."

Tibalt shook his head. "Ah'm not too sure. Ah don't really see a hurry though," the rex smiled, setting his head warmly on Van's shoulder. He still wasn't entirely used to being so open with his former employees, but they were quickly making him feel more and more comfortable. "What about you, Matty-boy? Ah heard you kicked ActiCorp to the curb, too."

Mat smirked, swirling the half-empty beer bottle. "Oh, I have a few back up jobs I can do before I find a steady gig."

"Oh, like modeling plus-sized women's under-things for dirty magazines and websites?"

Matt nearly pitched forward, dropping the beer bottle and gripping the sides of the deck chair to keep from falling over. "V-Van, you, you showed him-?" He looked wildly at his two friends and was met with vicious, knowing grins.

"I had to, Matt! You're too precious in those lacy pink thongs. Besides, I figured it would make Tibbs a little more at ease with the idea of cross-dressing if he saw a nice, rounded male like you doing it."

"Uh, b-but... well..." Matt was blushing crimson. He'd posed for several unusual men's magazines in the past, all of them in some article of women's clothing. He shivered, growing hot as he looked at his friends' hungry looks. "Uhm..."

"Heh, come on, Matty-boy, pull down them shorts, Ah wanna see what cute li'l panties you're wearin' tonight." Tibbs leered. He was nicely buzzed by now, well on his way to drunk. He felt giddy at the chance to play dirty with the big sauropod again, and Vincent had promised him that the chubby Certopsian Matt would lift his tail.

"T-Tib-!"'

Matt's half-hearted protest was cut off by Van's warm hand across his mouth. "Shush, chubby, you want it." He purred, giving his Ceratopsian friend a deep, firm kiss, making the three-horn purr weakly.

Matt shuddered as he felt Tibbs grope and stroke. The rex was still hungry, he thought with some base, primal panic; he quickly suppressed it, realizing that the little rex just wanted to explore more. Tibalt had certainly had the pleasure of being taught by the bronzed, sculpted Vincent, but it was a male's nature to want more.

Matt leaned back, watching Tibbs rub his belly and groin. Tibalt chuckled, lifting up Matt's paunch to slip the button of his khaki shorts free and slide the zipper down. The fabric threatened to tear from the pressure of Matt's throbbing erection, the silky, hot pink material underneath more elastic, giving easily, stretched tight over the Certopsian's cock.

Sliding the shorts to the herbivore's ankles, the rex groaned as he looked over the fleshy bulge covered in pair of pink, white-polka-dotted panties. "Ah think m'ex-wife had a pair of these, Matty." He purred, giving the throbbing bulge a stroke. He felt his own stiff member straining at his jeans, suddenly quite uncomfortable. "Ah bet you moan just a like a gal in bed." The horny rex rumbled in pleasure. The sight of a large, masculine male wearing such girlish, emasculating underwear oddly attractive.

Matt's heart thundered. Tibbs wasn't a bad looking male at all, and he remembered having snuck glances at his ass as the rex stormed down the hall in the ActiCorp cubicle farms. He glanced at Vincent, only to see the sauropod idly stroking at the thickening member under his green shorts, an eager grin on his face.

Blushing and horny, the Certopsian turned back to the purring rex before him. "Well Tibbs, come on inside, we'll see if you can get me to really moan."

**

The soft sheets of Vincent's bed made Matt's green skin tingle, the big, chubby trike sitting back with his legs spread in a wide V. The sleek panties were stretched nearly to their limit, a large dark wet spot formed at the tip as he watched the rex and the long-neck strip, hard, naked bodies exposed, shadows dancing over their smooth forms. The Ceratopsian let out a whimpering grunt as Tibbs slid onto the bed, the sharp, carnivorous teeth nipping him in the neck; the gentle pain sent shivers down his spine.

"I-I, Tibalt-." The rex hardly waited, quieting the three-horn with a hot, demanding kiss, planting their lips together. Tibalt pulled and sucked at his ex-employee's tongue, purring softly. Matt's face was still red, something it had not done since he was a teenager. His heart skipped with excitement and fear; he had never had sexual dealings with a predator, but the thought was exciting him. He gave a sharp hiss as he felt Tibalt stroking his panty-clad cock, the rex's other clawed hand rubbing his wide chest and tiny, stiff nipple.

"Ah do admit, Matty boy, you're a pretty male; Ah like seeing you ready to go long and hard with me and Vanny." Tibalt nibbled and licked down the trike's neck and chest, leaving the smallest of bite marks to his groin. His hands roamed around Matt's thick thighs and hips, taking a sniff at the polka dot panties taut across the throbbing cock. The nervousness that had been nagging at the back of his mind had dissipated; Matt quivered and groaned at every touch, every nip and lick. He was responding to his contact the way no female ever had, as if the trike's entire body were a pleasure center. The sounds of his quiet, passionate submission made Tibalt's stomach clench and his cock stiffen with anticipation. Impatiently he pulled away the tight panties, and watched as Matt's dark green cock bounced free, a bead of pre-cum slung onto Tibb's nose. He gazed at it up and down; it was a a wide, rock-hard member, shorter than Van's impressive love-rod but likely a few millimeters thicker. It was, surprisingly, uncut. Holding the thick trike cock in his fingers, he gave a wet lick from base to tip, nipping the moist foreskin and glancing up

Van and Matt were locked deeply in a fervent kiss, Vincent's idle hand stroking across Matt's chest, pulling hard at the trike's nipple. Tibalt licked at the stiff member under his tongue, watching as Van elicited moans and tender, whispered groans from the chubby triceratops. Van pulled his glistening lips away, smirking.

"Well, Tibbs, what are you waiting for? Swallow that meat." He said with a dark grin.

Tibalt more than obliged, and rolled his scaly lips down Matt's thick shaft. He sucked and gulped over Matt's pulsating rod, lapping at the meat. He was amazed, purring as he rolled his tongue over the round smooth shaft; the foreskin was the softest thing he had ever felt, the wet skin tight over the bulging, throbbing head. He slipped his tongue under the skin, pleased to find it quite clean, a bit salty from sweat. He began to bob and slurp audibly, pulling the hot meat into his maw eagerly as Matt watched with pleasure, chest rising a falling. Tibalt reached under to stroke at the gently hanging testicles, tickling the sensitive flesh underneath the rounded sack. He gave into temptation and pulled his lips loudly from Matt's slick throbbing cock and began to pull and stroke at the silky foreskin, nipping at it, pulling it with his lips, and sniffing at the fleshy tip poking out from underneath it. It was near-intoxicating. Matt gave a soft purr, looking down at the suckling Tibbs over his round belly.

Vincent smirked. "Matty's a real special boy, you know... once he gets good and hard," he paused, gripping the trike's fat cock in his hand, "he'll do damn near anything... won't you, baby?" Matt nodded, groaning and thrusting into Van's grip, panting as Tibalt rubbed his nose on the trike's testicles, smelling deeply at the soft musk there. "Come on, Tibbs, Matty gives fantastic head." Van said with a grin. He firmly, tenderly rolled the fat trike onto his belly. Tibalt smirked and sat at Matt's face, rubbing his thick reddish cock on Matt's nose.

On cue, Matt's wet, warm mouth opened obediently, eyes pleading to swallow Tibalt's bouncing erection. Tibalt waited for a moment, reveling in making the chubby three-horn wait to suck his tool. He set his pulsing rod on Matt's pinkish tongue, and let the herbivore do as he wished. Matt swallowed and sucked, his lips sliding down the glistening shaft over and over, taking it in slowly, his eyes blank as he intent on merely pleasing Tibalt's cock.

Vincent did not sit idle, his rock hard darkly-tanned rod throbbing at an eagerly upward angle. Standing beside the bed behind Matt, he spread a moderate amount of clear lubrication under his friend's tail, rubbing his slick fingers across the dark little puckered opening, pleased to see it twitch at his touch. The long-neck gripped the thick, round globes of his friend's rear, his cocktip kissing the warm, slick opening briefly before sliding inward, the flesh parting easily around the shining cylindrical shaft. Matt's sensitive flesh twitched compulsively, easily opened by the eight inches of male flesh making its way into his most intimate depths. Van sighed with pleasure, dragging his bluntly clawed fingers down Matt's bouncing rear before delivering a loud smack of a spank, making the chubby trike jump. "Keep sucking, Matty-boy, Tibbs hasn't cum for two whole weeks; hope you're still a little hungry."

Tibbs groaned in amazement, watching with fascination as Matt hardly reacted to the massive tool forced under his fat, short tail, as if all too accustomed to being mounted like a doe in estrus. He growled to himself, feeling the velvety Ceratopsian tongue glide over his throbbing shaft, the vaccuum of Matt's tight, wet mouth tugging at the engorged vermillion shaft. The rex gazed downward, Matt's head bobbing fluidly, and thanked Creation that beaks had evolved into the plump, tender lips wrapped around his cock at that moment. He heard the gentle sounds of wet flesh slapping as Van bucked his hips, slamming himself hard and fast into his porkish friend, holding the three-horn's sides firmly. The long-necks eyes met Tibalt's, and both leaned inward, hearts pounding with lust and electric ecstasy as they kissed deeply, tongues pushing and prodding and twining as they shoved themselves into the Ceratopsian sandwiched between them

Tibbs felt his back start to cramp from sitting on his knees for so long; he was tired of waiting now, impatient to burst a salty white load down the fat trike's throat. He grasped the twin ivory horns below him, halting Matt's near-frantic head-bob, and began a savage, uncaring thrusting, burying his hot tool into Matt's convulsing throat, grunting with need as his swollen, pulsating balls slapped at Matt's chin. He thrust and bucked, feeling the trike's mouth suck him back in with each lunge, watching as Van grinned down at him while the long-neck rhythmically hammered his cock into Matt's wet rear.

Despite his position, Matt was more than comfortable. He felt right at home between the two horny males using his body for their own pleasures. His tongue lapped and swirled around Tibalt's bulbous cock-head, the salty, bitter pre-cum leaking into his throat. He noted with fascination that it was quite unlike any cock-fluid he'd tasted before; this was the first carnivore meat he'd had the pleasure of gulping down. He suppressed a gleeful giggle as Van slid his magnificent cock into his body and began a slow, dominant thrust; the muscled long-neck always knew how to treat him. He was too focused on the hot males around him to pay attention to his own thick, twitching cock, by this time dripping a small puddle onto Van's bed. He gulped and swallowed, his heart jumping when Tibalt gripped his horns and started to hump his face, keeping the pressure tight around the carnivore's cock. He wanted, oh so badly, to taste that new seed. He had entirely forgotten his panties, too, still stretched tight between his thick thighs, catching the mix of lube and pre-cum that ran down his balls.

It didn't take long before Tibbs nearly howled in joy, slamming his hips to Matt's lips as his brick-hard fuck-pole throbbed and gushed. White hot bliss surged through him, his neck and head tingling as his first orgasm in two weeks flooded into the herbivore's clenching throat. He groaned in pleasure and dragged his claws along Matt's light-green backside, backward towards his wide shoulders, leaving ten long whitish streaks in his soft thick skin. Vision blurred from the intense climax, he pulled back, watching with amusement as Matt's lips continued to milk him. He pulled his cock away, glistening, like pulling and empty bottle away from an infant, and wiped the leaking tip off on the trikes nose. Matt purred softly, sniffing at the red, limp tool in front of him.

"Tibbs..." Van cooed, drawing his gaze. "help me flip our slut over. I want you to suck on him the way you swallowed my own cock."

Tibalt nodded, Van's words like fine rum to his ears. Still drunk from orgasm, he watched as Van pulled himself from Matt with a wet pop. The pudgy trike had returned to his soft grunts and whimpers of lust, face crimson as the rex and long-neck rolled him over and pulled the panties away, tossing them aside carelessly. Tibbs and Van worked together, hauling Matt's legs up and tail down as the trike lay on his back, the lean rex straddling his chest, the tireless Vincent standing at the side of the bed. Matt could not stop himself from stroking Tibb's back and hips, unable to see anything, only feeling and hearing Van's hard tool ram back into his ass, the slick member plunging deep into his tight rear again. He quivered and moaned girlishly as he felt his ex-boss' mouth swallow the first few inches of his dark green manhood.

Tibbs surprised himself with how eager he took to sucking down the throbbing uncircumcised trike dick. It was wet with pre-cum, the bitter taste similar to Van's sexual fluids, the memory of which still lingered in his mouth. He slowly worked his mouth downward, careful to keep his sharp teeth retracted as he lapped at the smooth fleshy shaft. He slowly bobbed, pacing carefully so as not to choke himself. Matt and Van were both seasoned in this sort of thing, but he liked to think he was getting better. It was a strange feeling, the odd satisfaction of both pleasing a powerful male while feeling the squirming, helpless herbivore beg and whine below him; it was a bizarre amalgam of emotions, uninhibited and new. The twitching, tingling thrill he had felt at his first sexual encounter with Van returned, his body shivering at the trike's hands on his back and hips. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and beautiful.

His eyes focused as he got to the base of Matt's cock, the dark swollen spheres of testicles just below him as he held tightly onto the herbivore's thighs. He gazed downward, and could see every slick inch of Vincent's glistening veined cock slamming into the tender, tight tail hole. He wondered if Van had truly sunk as much of his flesh pole into him as he was using on the well-stretched trike. His blushed, and was unsure as to why.

Van held back a chuckle. His cock was ready to explode, and he carefully waited, keeping his hard meat locked in Matt's tight rear for a moment before pulling back, watching his former boss bob and suck on his friend's slick pulsing member. Matt began to pant and whine harder and louder, twitching and groaning and thrusting under Tibbs, his orgasm growing near. Van grunting, gripping the leaf-green hips tightly, growling. "Cum, Matt, don't hold it back, Tibbs is ready for it." Matt was a good boy; he knew when to obey.

With a high-pitched whine, Matt's cock burst in Tibalt's waiting mouth, almost making the hardened carnivore choke on the thick load. Van lifted and rolled Matt's pulsing sack in his paw, teasing them with his thumb as he halted his thrusting, his cock begging for release. He ignored it, watching as the Ceratopsian cock swelled once, twice, three times, over and over as the three-horn groaned and whimpered in ecstasy. Unable to keep it all in, hot sticky seed leaked from around his shaft, out of Tibalt's sucking lips, collecting at the trike's cock-base.

Van smirked and pulled out, growling to Tibalt. "Come here sweety; I know you're hard again from sucking Matt off. Let's paint the little three-horn's face."

Tibalt gulped, licking his slick lips clean. He looked down, blinking at his throbbing cock, up and ready for another climax. He wordlessly helped Van pull Matt to his knees on the floor, groaning as the long-neck gripped his cock and began to stroke in time with his own masturbatory rhythm. Matt whimpered, reaching up to help. He was met with a sharp hiss from the dominant Van. "No, bad Matty. Sit and wait like a good cum-slut."

Matt's face went pale and sat innocently, watching the two thick wet poles stroked, aiming for his face. The two big males twitched and grunted, cocks pulsing hard as pre-cum was flicked onto the three-horns face. Van snorted. "Open."

Matt Obediently opened his wide maw, his fat tongue spilling out.

Tibbs and Van groaned in unison as they came together, cocks jumping as hot thick ropes of cum splattered onto Matt's face and frill, making him yelp and shut an eye as flowing cum rolled down onto his face, dripping from his horns and down his chin. Van's cock bucked hard, gushing load after load until Matt's face and chest glistened. Matt reached forward with his tongue and licked at the two wet cock tips, the last of the cum collecting on his tongue.

Van purred appreciatively. "Good boy, Matty." The long neck and rex toweled off the chubby trike, who was still dazed and submissive, and guided him into the shower to clean off. Tibalt sighed with pleasure, laying back on the bed. When he felt the heavy long-neck lay beside him, he rolled over, and planted a slow, deep kiss on his friend's lips, taking the herbivore into his arms.

"Hope we're not done for the night... Ah'm not even tired yet."

"Not by a long shot sweety." Said Van with a genuine smile. "Matt's been around the block more than once- he's got plenty to show you."

"Really now...?"

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*Matt, Vincent, and TIbalt appear, naked, in front of you*

Vincent: Hi, we're the cast of Office Stress.

Tibalt: We're here to deliver a special message to you guys. FIrst off: Thanks for reading! we love performing for you guys.

Matt: Second of all, we would like to draw your attention to the fact that a condom has never been used in the stories.

Van: that's right Matt. We didnt use condoms because the author likes to write about that sort of thing, but in fact, he has never had sex without one.

Tibalt: *holds up a wrapped condom* Know your partner before participating, and please practice safe sex.

Matt: get testing regularly IF you are sexually active. It's important to know what you're getting into.

Van: Be safe, protect yourself.

Tibbs: and remember, have fun!

All three: Thanks, Yiffstar! Happy fapping!