{"sf1_id":842150,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Raptor-ous Time in the Park","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4228,"posted_at":"2015-04-01T17:39:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Bondage","Dinosaur","Human","Hunting","Island","Rape","Velociraptor","Violence","cloaca","hunter","jurassic park","tropical"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/842150-a-raptor-ous-time-in-the-park","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/842150","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=842150\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#31 of Miscellany\n\nJust a little something to expand my writing horizons. Tried to tie it into the original movie story.","content":"                \"Hammond,\nthat stupid arrogant fool!\"\n                The\nexclamation came from the big game hunter on the island, Robert Muldoon, hired\nfor his skill in tracking, trapping and shooting big game. Here on the island,\nthere was nothing like the normal fare he had previously contended with. Here\nin this damned game preserve gone wild, where moral-less scientists created\ncreatures that were long extinct; here his skills were put to the test daily.\n                He\nloved it! Working at Jurassic Park was the dream of a lifetime!\n                But\ntoday's news did not have him in a very good mood. There was a group of velociraptors,\nand not the small ones most people ever knew about. These creatures were on par\nwith a human in size, and fifty times more dangerous. They were smart, wickedly\nclever, and equipped with a savage claw on each foot that could rip your guts\nout.\n                And the\ndamn things were loose again.\n                The\npark wasn't anywhere close to being open for visitors, and this was one of the\nmain reasons. He had told Hammond that unless these things were put into a\nmaximum security prison, they were going to continue to escape. And escaped\nraptors were the most dangerous thing this island had to offer. Despite how\nimpressed he was with them, he was wise enough to know that they should really\nbe destroyed. There were enough dangerous sets of teeth running loose as it\nwas. The Tyrannosaur was one big mother, but not nearly as much trouble as her\nlittle cousins.\n                \"Are\nthe tracking collars still on?\"\n                \"No\nsir. They chew them off as quickly as we can put them on. The veterinarians\nsaid that the constant dosing of anesthetic was going to eventually kill them.\"\n                \"That's\nhardly important now. I told Hammond that if they got loose one more time, I\nwas going to shoot them.\" He sighed.  \"I'll\nbe back in a little while.\"\n                He\nwalked across the compound, his eyes alert for any sign of movement. He doubted\nthey were anywhere in the vicinity, but you could never tell what they were\nthinking. If they could isolate just one person, they would move in for the\nkill and be gone again in seconds.\n                He made\nit to his quarters without incident, locking the door behind him. Those claws\ncould cut through sheet metal, but the door was much thicker. It was their\nability to figure out puzzles that impressed him, and he wasn't against\nassuming that at some point they could figure out how to open doors.\n                He\nunlocked the gun safe and pulled out his high powered rifle. He was done with\ntranqs. The scientists could clone as much DNA as they wanted from the\ncarcasses he was going to be creating. But if they didn't construct something\nto hold the new resulting batch of the little bitches, he was going to continue\nto shoot them until he was either fired or the scientists gave up. It was a\nfool's errand and a waste of money creating these prehistoric freaks. Unless\nthey intended to put them in a rubber room that was under surveillance twenty\nfour/seven, they just weren't worth the trouble they caused.\n                He\npulled down his SPAS-12 and turned it over in his hands. He was already armed\nwith his Colt pistol, but that was little good for much more than scaring away\nthe smaller, timid versions of these killing machines. The SPAS would drop them\nwith one shot. One shot was often all you had between you and survival with\nthese beasts.\n                He loaded\nup on ammo, grabbed a couple of MK3 grenades, snatched a few other things he\nthought might come in handy and was off. He picked a few men to come with him,\npromising triple pay for the duration of the hunt. Even then, he was barely\nable to get just three of them to accompany him. Everyone knew the reputations\nof these raptors, and no one wanted to be their next victim.\n                The\narea where they were loose was still contained, but a much larger area than\ntheir pen, and thus finding them in the jungle was going to be problematic. A\ngoat was trussed up and carried on a pole, to be used later as bait. The\nraptors would know it for what it was, but he was hoping that maybe, just maybe\nthey would get cocky. The present region they were loose in wasn't overly\npopulated with game, and they would be getting hungry.\n                The\nmain trick was keeping humans off the menu.\n                Muldoon\nfound a clearing and ordered the men to tie the goat in the clearest portion of\nit. There was a large tree overlooking the space, and a large branch jutting\nout over the side of it. It was wide enough for a man to lay on it, and there\nwere ample limbs to lean against.  Even\nbetter, it was wide enough to deflect a blast, should he chose to take the easy\nway out.\n                He\nbrought scent spray, largely because he knew they could smell it. They hunted\nprimarily in a pack formation, and therefore by sight rather than smell, but\nthey could smell well enough. He wasn't so much trying to attract them as he\nwas trying to hide his own scent. Anything that confused them made his job that\nmuch easier.\n                The other\nmen were sent away to a power substation to wait for his command to come to his\nassistance. Now it was a matter of waiting them out.\n                It took\nseveral hours before there was any movement in the surroundings. The goat had\nbeen bleating for some time, but even it had resigned itself to waiting\npatiently. It was on the ground resting, but upon sensing movement, rose and\nlooked around. Muldoon did the same, careful to keep his motion limited. These\nraptors were canny predators and could seemingly spot a bug walking at a\nhundred paces.\n                Surprisingly,\nthere was only one of the animals, the big female. She was cautiously working\nthrough the underbrush, looking at the goat and searching for any hidden\nhumans. He lost sight of her several times, knowing that if he was to get a\ngood shot off, she was going to need to be in the clearing. But twenty minutes\nlater she was still lurking in the undergrowth, eyeing the goat but otherwise\nkeeping her distance.\n                He was\nafraid she was going to leave. Fearing he was making a rash decision he pulled\nout one of the grenades, pulled the pin and waited. He could drop it at any time,\nbut if she managed to run fast enough, she'd be out of range. Either way, the\ngoat was going to die. That's why it was here.\n                His\ndecision to drop the grenade was made for him, not by the dinosaur, but by a\nbird coming in to land on the branch and seeing something there that didn't\nbelong; him. The bird, one of the numerous colorful species on the island, had\nnearly touched down when it realized its mistake and launched itself in a\nflutter of feathers and a flurry of wings. The resulting noise startled\nMuldoon, causing him to lose his grip on the grenade. I bounced down the tree\nand skittered to the side. He clung to the branch and jammed his eyelids down,\nknowing he was going to suffering hearing loss in a few seconds.\n                He\nbarely had the time to ram his fingers in his ears when it went off. The blast\nwas enough to nearly knock him off his perch.  He wait a second before looking to allow\ndebris to finish traveling pell-mell through the air.\n                The\ngoat was down, not surprisingly, and to the right, just under some dumb-cane\nleaves was an inert tail.\n                \"Gotcha\nyou ugly mother!\"\n                But it\nwas only one of several. He climbed down quickly, his ears ringing, and grabbed\nthe tail and pulled. A full body came into view; intact but dead. Or was she?\nHe got down and put an ear to her chest. Sure enough, her heart was still\nbeating. He put the gun barrel against her head, but then reconsidered. If he\nkilled one that was already down, his boss might get pissed.\n                He took\na length of fine cable that was used in place of rope on the island and began\nsecuring her to the nearby saplings.  The\ncable wasn't bite proof, but if this girl was tied down spread eagle, there was\nno way she could reach her bonds. And hopefully, when she woke up, she'd call\nout to her group, attracting them far better than a noisy goat ever would.\nThese beasts stuck together.\n                It's\nwhat made them dangerous.\n                He\nclimbed back up to his perch, radioed the others to check in and settled down\nto wait. He didn't have long. The raptor came to and immediately began to\nstruggle against her bonds. Muldoon wasn't in any fashion a foolish man and had\nthe cables strung tight. She might tear them through her flesh and bone, but\nthey weren't coming undone no matter how hard she struggled.\n                After fighting\nagainst them for a moment, the old girl let out a call; a croaking, raspy sort\nof cry that he rarely heard coming from them. It was when of them was in\ndistress, though normally it was reserved for others of her kind that she had\ntaken a dislike to. It meant she was either punishing or killing them,\ndepending on her whim. It was certainly the first he had heard it from her. He\nhad a feeling the others would come as soon as they heard it. That was going to\nmake his job a little tougher. Picking one off at a time was far easier than\ntrying to get them as a group, for to shoot one would cause the rest would\nscatter.\n                He\nhardly had a choice in the matter. He would have to make do with the situation\nas it unfolded. Having a few extra hands would be nice, but too many people in\nthe area meant a higher chance of losing one of them. He was the one getting\npaid the big bucks. He intended to earn his keep.\n                As\npredicted, several more came running into the clearing. The first one went down\nwith a bang. The blast from the gun kicked him back as he quickly tried to get\noff another shot. It was far easier to fire while standing on your feet, but\nthere was no way he was getting down to ground level. The one thing these\nlittle bitches couldn't do was climb.\n                The\nother two raptors fled, but not very far away. They understood what the blast\nsignified, for they had witnessed it before. \nHowever, they had yet to see a shock grenade in action. He pulled out another\nand tossed it, underhand, to the spot they had unwisely chosen to congregate\ntogether. They were confused for the moment and he had to use that to his\nadvantage despite the personal risks.\n                The\ngrenade sailed through the air to land a yard from where they were hiding.\nAgain, the explosion rocked the area, but he was unaffected by the blast as the\ntree took the brunt of it. Leaves and dirt flew outward from the blast, leaving\non the ground two motionless raptors.\n                \"Serves\nyou right you stupid bitches!\"\n                There\nwas still one more and until she showed herself, he was stuck up the tree. That\nmeant keeping an eye out for her; an eye on the two now sprawled on the ground,\nand the one tied up. The two that were down might only be stunned, but the\nblast was so close it was unlikely.\n                It\nbecame a waiting game again. The trussed up raptor was back to calling out\nafter a momentary lapse after the explosion. The concussion from those grenades\nwas powerful, and even in that generally open arena that they were in, they\ncould carry a resounding blast. She had probably been knocked silly for a\nsecond time. She was lucky she was on the other side of the clearing form it\nthis time, or she might have been dead.\n                As the\nminutes ticked away, a slight rustling could be heard, for those who still had\ntheir hearing. Muldoon's ears were still ringing from the detonations. It was\nhis sharp eyesight that caught sight of the last remaining dinosaur as he\nworked his gun around to a better position.\n                She weaved\nher way around the clearing, inspecting the bodies of her dead companions\nbefore making her way to the other female. She moved around cautiously, trying\nto determine the situation with her leader and her bonds. A branch snapped and\nwhen she lifted her head to get a clear view of the source of the noise in the\ntree, the gun went off and she dropped like a stone.\n                \"And\nthere goes the last one!\"\n                He\nclimbed down from the tree and approached the two prone bodies, bending down to\nexamine each in turn. They were both dead. He kicked at one of them. \n                \"Good\nriddance, you sorry excuses for lizards.\"\n                The\nlast of the raptors to be eliminated was very obviously dead, for she had a\ngaping hole in her side. He kicked at her corpse just to be able to say he had.\nThe same when for the other.\n                \"I told\nHammond you girls were too much trouble. Now maybe he'll listen to me.\"\n                He\nwalked over to the sole survivor.\n                \"Hello\ndarling. What shall I do with you?\" He pointed the gun at her head. \"I suppose\nI could blow your skull wide open, now couldn't I?\n                The\ndinosaur just eyed him coolly. \"That doesn't frighten you does it my dear. I\ndoubt you even know for certain what a gun is all about except that it means death.\nNo, I think I'll let you live. But we need to teach you a lesson, now don't we?\nMaybe I should shoot your toes off. Let you hobble around for the rest of your\nmeasly life.\"\n                He was\npointing his gun at various body parts.\n                \"You\nknow what you really need? You need a few males to knock you in line. It's a\nsmart idea not to have uncontrolled breeding on this island, but I bet that a\nfew boys of your own kind might make you see reason. But there isn't a male\nhere who can handle...\"\n                He\npaused.\n                He\nsmiled.\n                \"Darling,\nI think I have just what you need.\"\n                He\ndropped his gun and ammo, undid his boots and pulled them off. His socks\nfollowed, and then his pants. The last on the pile was his undershorts. \n                Since she\nwas already spread-eagle and tied at all four extremities, all he had to do was\nkeep any of his body parts away from her teeth. \nHe had every intention of doing that. \n                Her cloacal\nopening was easily accessible in her present position, and while it put him\ndangerously close to those claws of hers, he had confidence in his ability to\ntie a knot. She might have a little range of motion in her feet, but her legs\nwere spread painfully wide. \n                Straddling\nher tail, he dropped down and applied his fingers on either side of her slit, forcing\nthe edges apart. His actions caused her to let loose an indignant squeal. \n                \"What's\nthe matter girl? Guarding your virginity? That's not hard to do when you're the\nonly gender on the island. Well, outside of us mammals that is. I guess you're just\ngoing to have to get over the fact that your first time is going to be at the\nhands of your creators and captors.\"\n                She let\nout a hiss as his finger pried open the warm, moist tissue hidden by the scale\nand feather-lined opening. It was the first time he had gotten this close to a\nliving velociraptor. Even when they were juveniles he had nothing to do with\nthem. It was now time to make his contact with them count in a big way.\n                He had\nno idea how large the eggs were that they were capable of laying, but he knew\nhis cock was going to fit in there. Heck, even if it wasn't going to be easy,\nhe'd make it work, because this beast had given him nothing but trouble from\nthe first day she had been released into the enclosure. It was his chance to\nreturn the favor.\n                He\nstarted off going in dry, but he soon found that it was going to take too long\nand the racket she was making was growing tiresome. He pulled out, grimly satisfied\nthat he had caused her some pain, spit a wad into his hand several times and\nlubed the head of his meat for a second try.\n                This\ntime he slid in, spreading her reluctant tissue aside as his cock penetrated\nher ever deeper. He was pleasantly surprised by her internal temperature. He was\nstill stuck in his mind as them being more like a reptiles. The average lizard\nwas cold blooded, but these recreated prehistoric monsters had high body temps,\nupwards to a hundred and two depending on the species.\n                She was\na warm little whore underneath him, and he was going to ride her until his cock\ngave out.\n                \"Yeah,\nyou know it, don't you? You're getting fucked by a mammal you little scaly freak.\nHow does that make you feel?\"\n                She\nhissed and fought against her bonds, but he was a capable outdoorsman and the\nonly way she was getting loose was when he let her loose.\n                He\ngrabbed her feet to stabilize himself and pressing forward, let his hips grind\ninto her backside with a passion. To be honest, he hadn't been with a woman\nsince his brief stopover in Costa Rica before coming here. That was months ago.\nHe had plenty inside him to unload. It felt a little weird having sex with\nsomething not even close to his own species, but he consoled himself that it\nwas in fact rape, and not just sex. He was going to teach this little bitch a\nlesson. It was a small price for her to pay to stay alive.\n                He soon\nhad a rhythm going, whereas his balls were slapping her scaly skin with a repeated\nbarrage of forceful attacks, as his cock rammed its way to the farther point it\ncould reach. He could have crammed another three or four inches in there if he\nhad it, but he wasn't worried. The uniqueness of the experience made up for any\nshortfalls he may have come across. HE was pretty sure he was making his point.\n                He held\nonto her legs with a grip tight enough to leave indents in her tough skin. Her\nhissing was terrible, and her head was rocking back and forth as she tried to\nreach him. Savage teeth were snapping wildly in the air, and he grinned the whole\ntime. She had killed three of his best men so since he had arrived here, and he\nwanted to pay her back for each and every one of them.\n                \"What's\nthe matter darling? Am I too rough? I'd think you'd be tougher than this after\nall the badass stuff you've done.\"\n                About\nten minutes into his rape, Muldoon was surprised to find her body shaking a\nlittle. It could have been from exhaustion as she was really putting up a\nfight, or it could have been from brain damage from the concussion. But when her\nhole started to contract, he let out a curse.\n                \"Why\nyou little horny bitch!\"\n                She was\nhaving the dinosaurian equivalent of an orgasm. It threw him so far off his game\nhe blew his wad right then, driving his hips against her with a force that\nwould have left a human woman in tears. As his throes subsided he sat up, still\ncock-deep inside her and said;\n                \"Damn!\nI always wondered about that Alley Oop character from the funny papers. I see\nthat cavemen had it good!\" He was being facetious of course.\n                She was\nstill sputtering and, as he figured it, cursing at him in her own way. He had\nno doubt that if she were to get loose he would be dead, but for now he was\ngoing to give her another go. This wasn't a chance that was ever going to be repeated\nso he had to squeeze her for all she was worth.\n                It didn't\ntake long for him to stiffen back up, seeing as her body was a mass of writhing,\ntwitching muscles. It was like trying to fuck a bucking bronco. He wondered if\nthey were this much trouble during their regular mating rituals, whatever they\nmight be. Then again, if they had some sort of estrus like most animals did,\nshe would probably be in a better frame of mind for it. Most animals weren't too\nfriendly in this manner if their hormones levels weren't up.\n                He\nclung to her legs and finally allowed her to do the work. There was no point in\nfighting her over this. He simply stiffened his back, pressed his pelvis\nagainst hers and allowed her struggles to do the work. No point in both of them\ngetting exhausted.\n                Her hole\nwas a divine dino delight. Hammond would explode in fury if he ever found out\nabout this. Hell, he was going to be pissed that four of the animals were dead.\nThat was bad enough, but to have the audacity to screw one of his precious\nlittle freaks would have driven him over the edge. \nMuldoon laughed just thinking about\nit.\n                His\nmirth seemed to trigger her into even greater activity. Perhaps she had learned\nwhat the different sounds the human made meant. Laughter directed at her and\nher present predicament probably made her a little crazier inside. Her struggles\nincreased until all at once she collapsed.\n                He was\nworried, but only for a second. She was still breathing, and he could feel her\nheartbeat through their shared connection. She had either lapsed into unconsciousness\nor else had abruptly given up.  He didn't\ncare either way, but he treated her as if she were awake. There wasn't a snowball's\nchance in hell he was getting anywhere near those teeth.\n                He rode\nher rough and hard for another twenty minutes, seeing her turning her head from\ntime to time to watch him. He knew she was a wily thing, and her ploy was to\nget him to relax and screw up. He had no intention of being caught off guard.\n                \"Sorry\nlittle darling, but right now I'm the predator and you're the prey. It's a\nnasty turn of events for you, isn't it?\"\n                She let\nout a gargling snarl, but she didn't move a muscle.\n                He\ncontinued to fuck her hole until he though his cock was going to burst. The opening\nto her hole had gotten progressively tighter the longer he went until he knew that\nsomething was going to have to give. He preferred it to be her. Still, a torn cloaca\nwas going to be hard to explain. Thankfully, it took him only a few more\nminutes before his second and final load came crashing out.\n                He\nslammed away with as much power as he could generate. Her hips popped ever so\nslightly as he brought his full weight to bear down on her. Her tail began to\nfrantically whip around, thrashing in time to the rapid, repeated blows to her\nnether regions. He was giving her one last, hard fuck before he called it a\nday. With a final yell, be slammed it home until he felt drained; physically\nand emotionally. \n                What he\nwouldn't have given to have more time to recharge and do it again.\n                He got\ndressed and called his men to come back to the rendezvous spot. While he waited\nfor them, he crouched down next to her.\n                \"You'd have\nmade a good whore, once you had your teeth pulled and your nails removed. Alas,\nthat's not to be. So consider this your lucky day. I going against my better judgment\nand so I'm not going to shoot you. I'll leave you for my boss to fuss over. But\nif you ever get out again, I'll fill you so full of lead there won't be a body\nleft for them to bring back to the lab.\n                She remained\nquiet, but she studied his face and his smell. She knew him from before, and if\nshe had the chance in the future, she would show him what pain was all about. She\nwas patient, and she was smart. And she never, ever forgot anything or anyone.\n"}