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The fence wasn't electrified!

This was Tim's first thought. He was dimly aware of the goat's leg that had landed on the sunroof, and his sister and Mr. Gennaro's horrified gasps to his left, but the sudden appearance of the Tyrannosaurus on the opposite side of the fence made him remember that with the power out as it was, the fence was no longer electrified. This meant the dinosaur could simply break through if it wanted to. Tim prayed it wouldn't. Just because he knew the fence wouldn't electrocute the dinosaur anymore didn't meant it did--

He watched through the night vision goggles as the two-fingered hand experimentally touched one of the many metallic cables comprising the fence and slid off harmlessly with a soft "thwuck" sound. He then watched as the massive body of Tyrannosaurus rex rose into view with a deep, rumbling growl, holding an unmoving form in its huge jaws. It rose higher, higher, higher, seeming to tower over him inside of the Explorer as high as a skyscraper, and he watched the gigantic head throw itself bac, the jaws opening slightly, letting Tim see the lifeless, three-legged form of the goat disappear down the dark tunnel of the throat with a loud gulping sound that seemed to echo through the night. With shaking hands, he lifted the night vision goggles off of his head, not wanting to see the bulge that formed in the beast's throat as it swallowed. Blood trickled down the windows as the rain washed it off of the roof.

Tim swallowed. He felt afraid. Still not taking his eyes off of the Tyrannosaur, he heard Mr. Gennaro say, "Oh, Jesus!" and then heard the sound of a car door opening. By the time he finally managed to tear his gaze away from the animal standing on the other side of the now useless fence, Tim saw the front seat was empty, the driver's side door hanging open in the rain. Mr. Gennaro was gone. Tim hadn't seen which way, but it was as if the adult had disappeared into thin air, with only the open door remaining as evidence there'd even been a third person in the car.

As Lex began a panicky litany of "He left us!" Tim returned his attention to the dinosaur. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, occasionally lit up by flashes of lightning, and now he could see the reptilian form rather well. He watched, breathing in shallow little gasps of fright as the Tyrannosaur pushed itself against the fence, watched the towering posts bend under its weight and the cables snap one by one with loud "twang" sounds. And then the beast was free, stepping out between their Explorer and the one containing Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm behind them. Illuminated as it was in the second vehicle's headlights, Tim didn't need the night vision goggles to see it.

He swallowed again, letting the goggles fall from trembling fingers as he settled into his seat and tried to keep still. His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it in his ears. He remembered how disappointed he'd been only a few hours earlier when the Tyrannosaur hadn't appeared. That'd been during the daytime. Now, at night, in this nightmarish storm, with nobody else inside the car but his equally terrified sister, Timmy wished the dinosaur would just go away, go back to being extinct.

For the moment, the Tyrannosaurus seemed content to just stamp this way and that, its enormous feet making the ground quake, and, in particular, it seemed interested in Dr. Grant's car. Despite his terror, Tim decided it was because the animal was attracted to the brilliant headlights. This only made what Lex did next all the more terrifying to him.

It seemed that in times of crises, Timmy's sister had a similar thought process to Mr. Gennaro: action without thought. Lex wasn't easy to scare, but when she did become afraid, she was inconsolable, impossible to reason with. She was so gripped by terror that she had to do something, anything to relieve it, but unlike the lawyer who'd abandoned them moments ago, Lex wasn't willing to leave the perceived safety of the car for shelter elsewhere. Instead, she clambered into the rear of the vehicle and began rummaging through some kind of supply box similar to the one Tim had pulled the night vision goggles from earlier, and pulled a very large flashlight from inside. Tim's eyes widened in sudden worry as she turned it on. The powerful beam seemed as bright as the light from a lighthouse and in the mind of the panting young boy, it lit up the interior of the Explorer brighter than the sun.

As Tim had feared, he watched the dinosaur turn and head towards them.

"Turn the light off!" Tim shrieked, but was too afraid to get out of his seat and make her.

True to form, Lex made no move to follow her brother's instruction, and just sat there, her thin form quaking, the flashlight beam shivering as the Tyrannosaur approached. Moving slowly but deliberately, Tim climbed over the back of the front seat and slid into the one behind the largely ornamental steering wheel, recently vacated by Mr. Gennaro, and leaned out enough to grab the door handle and pull it shut. Despite having been attracted to the light, the Tyrannosaur wasn't looking down at the vehicle. It was staring off at something else, apparently having lost interest in them. Timmy had intended to shut the door slowly and quietly, but an unexpected movement from the beast standing above made him panic, his heart fluttering, and he slammed the door harder than he'd intended. It sounded as loud as a bomb exploding and definitely recaptured the Tyrannosaur's attention.

The head lowered down and peered through the window at the two children. In Tim's mind, the enormous eye, narrowing a little at the bightness of the flashlight, which Lex still hadn't turned off, seemed to be focusing on him, and he was sure hunger gleamed inside of it. He imagined Lex must've thought the same thing, only more strongly. The dinosaur gave the vehicle a nudge with its snout. The entire Explorer rocked on its wheels, threatening to tip over, before slamming back down. Despite his sympathy for his terrified his sister was, Timmy felt himself getting angry at her for beng so stupid. Climbing back into the back seat, he grabbed for the light and Lex, suddenly seeming to come to her senses, began fumbling for the switch, and began shrieking "I'm sorry!" over and over.

Before the two could get it turned off it was as if the world exploded. The head came thundering down without warning and the clear plastic sunroof bubble popped free of the frame and collapsed over the two children inside. Remarkably it didn't shatter or crack, and as those terrifying, fang-filled jaws snapped open and shut, the Tyrannosaur trying to force more and more of its snout inside the car, Tim screamed uncontrollably, his high-pitched shrieks mirroring Lex's, as he was forced down against the seat cushion with her beside him, the plastic bubble smushing them down, the one single thing, the only barrier protecting them from the most terrifying maw Timmy had ever beheld in his entire life. And it wanted nothing more than to devour him alive, he was certain of it.

He felt rain trickling down around the edges of the bubble, and something hot, wet and slimy slid against his bare leg. He didn't glance down. Didn't dare. He knew it had to be the severed goat's leg and he didn't want to see it and increase his terror a hundredfold. Unable to do anything but scream, he lie there and just tried to ride out the storm, so to speak, praying the thin sheet of plastic held against the onslaught of the mightiest predator that ever lived. Each time the jaws open, Tim was treated to the sight of the inside of its mouth. The fat grayish tongue that slid out and licked sloppily along the plastic as though trying to use it to dislodge the barrier between it and its prey, and, beyond that, the same dark throat the goat had disappeared down earlier. Tim squealed in fright.

The head withdrew. The plastic had held. Tim lie there underneath the bubble, panting, his breath fogging the plastic, looking up at the rain-filled night sky. He was just deciding that nothing whatsoever was going to move him from his spot when suddenly the entire Explorer overturned, and the two children found themselves in hell, upside-down, as the Explorer ended up on its back. But for the bubble, the two would've been thrown clear from the vehicle through the now open roof. Instead, they lay there as the vehicle around them quivered and began to crush down on them, the pillars bending as the bottom of the vehicle began slowly descending to meet the top, threatening to crush Tim and Lex between them. Managing to glance outside, through the gradually thinning gap between door and roof, through which a seemingly endless torrent of mud and slime flowed, filling the interrior of the car, Tim only saw the one foot, and realized with horror that the dinosaur was stepping on the underside of the Explorer, pushing them down, down into the mud.

Lex screamed piercingly. The mud flowed around their writhing forms as they fought and held on. Tim cried openly. It's okay to cry, he remembered his mother reassuring him once. There's no shame in being afraid. And yet Tim felt nothing but shame as the tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped into the mud. He was positive he was about to die, a concept terrifying and alien to his young mind.

"Hey!"

The Tyrannosaur roared.

Looking out through what had used to be the rear window, Tim saw a pair of feet. Dr. Grant's feet. A flare hit the road. The Tyrannosaur stomped towards it, the car jolting suddenly as its foot left it. Dr. Grant was distracting the dinosaur! Saving them! Tim wept tears of gratitude.

"Hey!" another voice Tim recognized as belonging to Dr. Malcolm bellowed, as a second pair of feet appeared. "Hey, hey, hey!"

"Ian, freeze!" Tim heard Dr. Grant's voice practically scream in a mixture of fear, anger and confusion.

"Get the kids!" Dr. Malcolm said, and ran away, with the T-rex stomping after him.

Tim panted. It was going away! Dr. Malcolm was drawing it off! He breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, he saw Dr. Grant's knees outside the window. Heard the paleontologist grunt and curse as he tried and failed to open each door. They were jammed shut in the vehicle's bent frame. Lex then began wriggling forwards and squeezing out through the crunched window. Dr. Grant helped her, eventually pulling her free.

"I'm stuck!" Timmy cried, suddenly realizing his ankles were pinned between the roof and the headrest of one of the seats. "The seat's got my feet!"

Dr. Grant was struggling to reach inside and free him when he heard Lex loose a terrified scream. Dr. Grant retreated from view as, a few yards away, the Tyrannosaur's feet returned, leaving huge, muddy footprints. "Don't move!" he heard Dr. Grant yell Lex. "He can't see us if we don't move!" Then the dinosaur came over and the Explorer swung wildly around on its back, sending Dr. Grant and Lex rolling away to one side. That was the last time Timmy saw them. He kept waiting for them to return for him and save him, but they never did. He was now truly alone, and the tears returned in full force, the boy screaming as he saw the mouth appear where Dr. Grant had been kneeling a moment ago, growling and snarling, hot, fetid breath washing over the boy's trapped form inside the car. It was trying to get him, and each time the snout bashed against the overturned Explorer, it slid it forwards a bit, and Tim had the sensation that it was tipping over something, teetering dangerously. For now, it held.

The mouth retreated slightly until just the lower jaw could be seen. Then it returned. The tongue. It slid through the narrow opening easily, flattening out, pliant despite its obvious muscular power. The tip slapped thickly against Timmy's face as he cried out in disgust and fright, and slid over his head, mattering his hair in thick saliva, and then he could feel it wriggling down over his back, soaking his shirt. And it kept coming, more and more of it slithering into the car interior like some kind of gigantic grayish pink worm. How much tongue did T-rex have?! Then he felt it envelop him, and hold tight. Oh, no, he thought, realizing what the Tyrannosaur intended. No! Please, no!

It pulled. His ankles, still caught under the seat, were the one thing keeping him inside the vehicle. He screamed and grabbed at the tongue trying unsuccessfully to force it off of himself, as suddenly he felt himself wrenched free. The car seat had been no match for the tongue of Tyrannosaurus rex. As Tim slid forwards, he bashed his head against the side of the door, and the world spun. He felt funny. Lightheaded. Like he wanted to lie back and go to sleep. His stomach lurched as he was pulled almost completely free of the car now, dimly realizing that in being yanked free, his shoes had come off, like in a cartoon. He felt his waistband catch on a jagged piece of the Explorer's bent door frame and hold him there, his belt straining. As he struggled to swim free of the dizziness that had been poured upon him from hitting his head, he looked up the impossibly long tongue towards his destination: the Tyrannosaur's jaws.

He tried to scream but no sound came out. He felt his belt tightening, squeezing his stomach, crushing it as it strained against T-rex. There was a ripping sound and Timmy was sure his pants would rip, freeing him and dooming him. What actually happened was that through sheer force he simply popped free of his pants as he'd popped free of his shoes. He felt the tightness of the constricting, straining belt moving down over his hips and his butt, insistently yanking his Underoos with it, and gradually he felt the cool, humid night air against his pert young rear end and his flaccid cock and falls, modestly sized for a boy his age, as with something resembling a whine he was yanked free of the pants, and the car.

Naked but for his shirt and socks, Timmy suddenly found his voice and screamed as he was lifted up, held gently but powerfully by T-rex's tongue. He went high. Higher. Higher still. He looked down, unable to look up. below him he saw, in the headlights of Dr. Grant's Explorer, the one he'd just been pulled free of tip over the edge of a yawning abyss inside the paddock and drop out of sight. Dr. Grant and Lex were nowhere to be seen. Timmy hoped they'd gotten away. He blushed in shame as he could see and feel that he was naked below the waist, his shirt tail flapping in the rainy wind, his long thin legs dangling uselessly. Despite the fact he was about to die, the fact it was going to be pantless was something he found unbearably embarrassing. He felt the rain soaking him and washing the mud from his youthful form as it dangled there in the tongue's grip.

Finally he halted what seemed like fifty feet in the air as the T-rex finished rising to its full gargantuan height. Time seemed to slow and Tim dangled there. Finally he looked up and watched as the tongue began to withdraw, slurping him noisily into the fearsome jaws. As his body slid over the lower teeth, he screamed as they cut and tore his shirt and left bloody scrapes along his bare legs. Suddenly overcome with a desire to survive, Tim fought, but only succeeded in turning himself around in the mouth, so that he was facing outwards instead of inwards, feeling his feet going down the throat. He wrapped his arms around the tongue and held on, gasping as he felt his young cock stiffen to arousal from sliding and grinding against the slick muscle underneath him. He whined and shut his eyes, finding the sensation pleasurable, even if the situation was terrible. His ass slid and bumped against the roof of the mouth as he the tongue moved him back, and the jaws closed.

He screamed as they bit down over his arms, but despite some superficial cuts, they didn't really hurt him. Merely held him as the tongue beneath undulated, slurping noisily, until Tim managed to loose a sudden, girlish cry and experienced his first and last orgasm, shooting a meager load of cum over the tongue to mingle with the Tyrannosaur's saliva and tantalize its tastebuds. Just as Tim came, lightning flashed, illuminating the interior of the the mouth, and the world beyond it framed in those teeth. Then the jaws opened slightly, releasing his tortured and cut arms, and Tim's world lurched as the head was thrown back. Tim slammed against the roof of the mouth and was knocked silly once again, feeling himself beginning to black out, the tongue curling back to smack him in the face and push, aiding in the swallow. He was going the way of the goat earlier. He was barely a meal to the dinosaur. The jaws clamped down, shutting off even the light provided by the moon and the occasional lightning flash, and Tim's world became dark, hot, moving flesh as his tormented, naked form slide down the long gullet towards his destiny.

He heard nothing but slimy squelching sounds as he slid down and fell into a noisy, fleshy sack he decided dimly was his predator's stomach. And he wasn't alone. There was someone in there with him. They weren't moving. As Tim slid against them he couldn't tell if it was Dr. Malcolm or Mr. Gennaro. Maybe they were both in here. As he began to lose consciousness from the two blows to the head he'd received and lack of oxygen inside the sifling heat of the gut of the greatest dinosaur that had ever lived, Tim heard, and felt, the beast's thundering roar of triumph.

Timmy had loved dinosaurs. And it'd turned out, one had loved him, too, just as a snack.

The End.