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Jurassic Latex Park: New Exhibit

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Brian stares up at the pedestal with its half open cylindrical tube. The red and black rubber raptor mask hangs off a stand about four feet in height. The fair skinned brown-haired human looks back to his two friends, Aqua, a female anthropomorphic dragoness and her mate and the one behind this predicament Kirisha, an anthropomorphic raptor.

Watching them with her arms crossed across her chest is Amia, a sleek rubber female anthropomorphic green, black, brown and red dilophosaurus, her red head crest going from the top of her snout up along her head is a brilliant red which catches Brian’s eye almost as much as the mask just up ahead as it is hard to ignore a nearly naked anthropomorphic rubber dinosaur.

“Please step up onto the platform and put on the mask, it, and the rubber we will pour into the tube once sealed will do the rest,” Amia explains as Brian swallows a lump in his throat as he tries to contain his excitement. Whatever amount of exhaustion and tiredness that he was experiencing due to yesterday’s activities were washed away in the delightful thoughts of what is about to transpire.

“And nothing bad will happen?” asks Aqua with a hint of nervousness, “I wasn’t much of an exhibitionist.”

“This is tried and tested safe technology. There is nothing to fear,” Amia replies.

“Don’t worry my love. These hoods will help make it feel natural and normal, not to mention make us look rather sexy,” Kirisha remarks with a playful wink to her.

Aqua blushes purple as she responds, “Easy for you to say. You’re already a raptor.”

“I’m not bothered by this at all. I’m ready,” says Brian as he walks up the steps toward his black and red rubber raptor hood. His footsteps echo in the half cylindrical plastic chamber the sweet scent of rubber from the mask reaches his nostrils. His excitement builds as he runs his fingers along the smooth rubber mask and as he lifts it up, he can see a set of piercing yellow slit pupil eyes staring at him which sends chills down his spine.

“Do I need to undress before wearing this?” Brian asks as he turns around seeing for a moment Aqua and Kirisha entering their tubes.

Amia shakes her head, “No need, the rubber will undress you.”

“Oh… how does that work?”

“You’ll see,” she replies as she cracks a smile, “Simply put the mask on, and it and we’ll do the rest.”

“You go first, it is your birthday gift,” Kirisha says as she runs her claws across the black and green hood while Aqua curiously looks at her blue and black one.

“I wonder how this will compare to what K-2003 put me through,” mutters Brian as he flips the mask around. Inside he sees a super shiny, glistening interior, the light from the eyes shine through with a soft yellow glow. Brian tilts the full headed mask the only point of entry around the base points to his face. Brian’s fingers squeeze on the rubber which feels like a half centimeter thick and with one fearless motion he slips it on. The rubber pulls his hair back, the rubber tugging at it, but slides across his skin like water on smooth glass. Air squeaks through the opening around his neck as he pops it into place.

The several pound hood weighs on Brian’s head as he sees a little bit of light from the eyes which are a few inches away from his own. The scent and taste of rubber is heavy in the air as Brian takes a deep breath and just as he is about to wander what happens next the hood expands on the inside as if it is being flooded with rubber fills out, molding around his head perfectly, leaving a small narrow tunnel vision down the tube that leads to the eyes which heavily limit his vision.

At this same time the rubber floods his nostrils and mouth, filling both out completely and just when he feels the urge to breathe kick in, he finds himself easily able to do so as he soaks in the heavily rubber scented air.

“Connection with host established. Human. Male. Scanning for optimal integration,” states a monotone voice in Brian’s mind.

Brian tries to speak but finds his words muffled and gargled in the rubber. He runs his fingers across the warm rubber raptor hood as he hears a muffled sound behind him. He turns just in time to see the tube’s door slid into place locking him inside.

“Here comes the fun part,” Brian thinks with excitement as he lowers his hands to cover the bulge in his pants as he realizes that there are others here that could see him.

“Preparing stage one of biological connections in three… two… one…” states the voice as suddenly Brian finds his world changed as quick as someone flipping a switch, “Connection established. Running diagnostics.” the voice states as Brian breathes deeply, his nostrils flare as the red and black rubber raptor head feels like his true head. His eyes twitch as he looks around, the scaled rubber muzzle in the forefront of his vision as his tongue wiggles within his long snout. His tongue runs across his sharp white teeth, which despite their rubber nature, gives no taste of it. Instead its a simple neutral taste, like the taste of his own mouth.

With one hand Brian runs his hand across the head again feeling his own hand touching his head. The warm soft human skin against the sleek smooth yet scale textured rubber against his fingertips, a unique sensation, and when he looks to the side, he sees Aqua in a similar state of surprise as him, while Kirisha stands proud and eagerly waits.

“Connection at 98.31% strength. Responsiveness down to 0.05 seconds. Permission to proceed with biological enhancement stage two granted.”

“Now here it comes!” Brian thinks as he lets out a feral raptoric trill. A shiver of pleasure runs down his spine as his shorts grow even tighter as his excitement can barely be contained. Clicks and whirs from above draw Brian’s attention as he looks up just in time to see nuzzles spray out a rain of warm red and black latex down upon him.

Brian lets out a moan which translates into another trill through his feral raptor head as the warming rubber hits his skin like melted wax, and just like melted wax the rubber starts to harden and take shape all across his body.

As he squirms he looks at his human hand as rubber clings across his digits. Within moments he sees three of his five fingers are gone underneath the rubber as two out of the three raptor claws have already formed. Their long obsidian claws are a sharp contrast to the red scales. As the rubber flows across him it is as if each atom of rubber has a pre-designed place, so while some rubber slides across his human fingertips and raptor claws, others find their mark and build upon what is already there.

Brian flexes his fingers to find the raptor claws and human fingers work in tandem till the spreading rubber envelopes the hand entirely, leaving a large feral raptor claw in its place. The rubber scales roll and form down his arm, forming over his clothes as the sleek rubber rolls down his back and clothes.

Brian pants as more rubber finds their mark as a tail stretches and pulls out from the base of his tail bone. Rubber slides and forms across his waist, steadily forcing Brian to lean forward at the rate that his rubber raptor tail forms, the added weight behind him, keeping him perfectly balanced as he does so.

He leans up against the tube, his raptor claws unable to scratch the inside of the tube, but only loudly squeak as they run across the smooth surface. Brian tenses as he feels the warm rubber wrap around his shorts, flooding them with the latex while he feels his hips widen, his stance shifts more as the tail keeps his new balance. As his new cloaca forms, he feels his masculinity ache within its new held up rubber bondage.

Brian looks at his underside, his smooth red rubber scaled, black striped raptor body. His shoes are already enveloped by the rubber as sleek black rubber claws along with the distinctive sickle inner claw takes shape. He clenches his toes as the new claws twitch, the sickle claws down in a mighty and dangerous display of unfiltered feral prowess. His foot continues to shift as his weight is pushed towards the ball of his foot as the “transformation” of his human body to feral raptor continues.

From the neck down he feels his human body tightly squeezed and forced into his new “natural” position. The rubber feels warm and soothing against his skin while he loses the sensation of any clothes on his body. With each deep breath the rubber shifts and rubs along what now feels like a heavily suited naked body, similar to the xenomorph suit when he was brought from the brink of mindless bliss, which he is now steadily returning.

Brian’s legs are thick and slick, his body growing larger and larger as more rubber is poured onto his body, enlarging his raptor suit as he goes from four feet in height in his new parallel to the ground standing position to five, six, seven, till he is a towering ten feet in height. His human body feels as if it is floating above the ground as he takes up the full width of the tube as his tail tip brushes up against the one end and his muzzle is gently touching the opposite end.

“Expelling foreign objects,” states the voice in Brian’s head as he hears a soft thud. Brian looks down to see the last bit of his clothes literally slip out of his rubber body as it simply lays on a piled lump on the floor. Brian takes a moment to look over to the other two. Aqua now a large blue and black striped rubber raptor looks over herself with curious nervousness while Kirisha, green and black already moves as if this was her natural form. Below them lie their clothes, and he couldn’t help but notice the little bit of leather clothing hidden underneath their garments. The thought of them on them caused him to let out a little chirp of excitement from his raptor head.

“Preparing stage two of biological connection,” states the voice and within mere moments the same what happened to his head occurs with the rest of his human form. His total sense of self of his human body is completely disassociated and transferred with the massive feral raptor body. The cool air around his massive form causes shiver to run down his massive spine, “Connection established. Connection strength at 97.98% Response time at 0.09 seconds. Establishing biological function connections.”

“I wonder what that means,” Brian thinks.

A warmth builds in the back of Brian’s mind which spreads down his spine, sending tingles that feel like when you slept on a limb wrong and it fell asleep, but now it was flowing down the course of his entire body. He shifts on his massive feet as a soft growl escapes his lips, but steadily the sensation dissipates, and Brian finds he is now able to stand more appropriately within the tube. His minor adjustments to his position no longer a method of trial and error supported by his claws and snout against the glass. It was now completely natural, as if he was born to walk this way.

“Biological function connections established. Enabling physical realism protocols level two,” states the voice and before Brian could even think of a response his wrists shift and turn to the point that his palms now face each other and at the same time his smooth flexible tail stiffens and becomes fairly rigid.

“What the…” Brian thinks as he looks over himself. He tries to wiggle his tail but it now simply sways side to side with the motion of his rump and any attempts to move his wrists so they could face toward him are in vain, “Right, right. Feral raptors have rigid tails and they can’t pronate their wrists. I remember Kirisha telling me about this one time,” he thinks as reason comes to the method of his current level of physical restriction.

Brian looks over to Kirisha and Aqua and sees Aqua is curious and still shifting on her feet nervously while Kirisha stands “proudly” as she watches her mate and him accumulate to their new feral forms, his vision becoming sharper, the spectrum of light expands to dip further into the ultraviolet bringing out a few new hues of colors he never thought possible. His nostrils flare as new scents fill the room, but it was impossible for him to sift through.

Rubber glistening feathered crest grows on Aqua and Brian at the same time. Brian sees a hue of purples, blue and blacks from Aqua’s crest while his own, seen through the reflection in the tube shows blacks, purples, reds and hints of pink. Brian admires the mixture of new sensual freedom along with physical restriction when the synthetic voice speaks again into his mind.

“Physical realism level two enabling complete. Proceeding to mental inhibition level two.”

“What does tha…” Brian thinks as he feels a warm wash over his mind. His head tingles all over and becomes light headed for several moments, his vision blurs and when it clears, he feels different.

He processes it for a moment. What is different? Clearly there is a difference between then and now. But what? His nostrils flare again as the scents he smells are clearer now as he can tell a few of their origins within moments.

He looks towards Aqua who is now calm, and Kirisha who… doesn’t seem to have changed as much. Strange, what is different? What thing is different with him. His claws twitch slightly as the thought of food fills his mind. He is hungry. That’s it. Hungry.

“Mental inhibition level two complete. Proceeding with level two mental conditioning,” states a strange sound in Brian’s mind. What was that sound? Where did it come from? He looks around curiously. Was it Amia who is standing over there?

Brian sees Amia standing by the computers as she monitors their progress. She smiles happily to see everything is going as planned. She looks to Brian who looks back at her. He tilts his head; his black and red feathered crest shifts slightly.

Moments later a soft hum fills Brian’s ears. He looks around again, trying to figure where this noise comes from, but at the same time it is so soothing that he can’t help but to let it relax his massive rubber body. The world slowly fades out of his vision and is steadily replaced with hypnotic swirls that further relax his mind and body to the point that he nor the others could stand in their pods.

They lay on the ground getting more and more comfortable as they are drawn in. Visions of a life not lived, but from their perspective fills their minds. Growing up under the watch of the park. Loving, kind, those who work there are like parents, the true alphas of their pack, Kirisha being next in line followed by Aqua and then him.

The pecking order established in his and the other’s mind as the trance continues, not speaking words into their minds but providing sensations, feelings, experiences. Memories of them learning how to act around their trainers. Forming a bond of friendship and trust as they are taken care of by their trainers, in exchange they are obedient. Do what they say, get fed. Let them put stuff on you. Get fed. Food and security in exchange for complicity. Easy enough.

It was difficult. Had to learn what they wanted to get food. Was less work than hunting. Hunting fun, but hard. Easier to do what they want, get fed. Leader, Kirisha follows. I follow. Simple. Need not worry. Life good.

When the hum and swirls faded away back into reality the tube that contained Brain was open. He lets out a soft growled yawn and stretch as he pushes up onto his feet. He looks to see Amia, trainer standing at the base of the stand. She was one of several. His nostrils flare, he smells the other trainers. He sees other trainers at the base of the pedestal as the others from his pack stretch and wake up in their also now opened tubes.

“Come,” Amia commands. That sound, Brian knows that sound. He knows what to do. He walks down the pedestal, his massive body squeaking and tapping against the hard ground as he approaches his trainer. He reaches her and she pulls out six ounces of fresh delicious meat as a treat. He knows what to do, he opens his mouth and lowers his head and she tosses it in which he happily munches down.

“Good boy Brian,” Amia responds rubbing Brian’s side. The sensation of a good job fills him with joy as he’s done another easy task for food. “Follow,” Amia commands in a stern yet loving voice. Brian responds with a raptoric chirp as Amia leads him out of the room, the other two of his pack not far behind with their trainers in toe towards a large room with lots of strange stuff that Brian knows what it is. Its stuff put on him to get more food. A rush of excitement fills his mind, ready for food. Easy task, easy food, good boy Brian.

“Stand Brian,” commands Amia as Brian hears the command sound and the sound that refers to him. Brian knows what to do, easy, stop moving, stand there, wait, easy food. He keeps his hand claws back and toward himself in a submissive manner as Amia rubs his side, “Good boy Brian,” before giving him another little piece of meat which he happily scarfs down.

Brian hears the other trainers give commands, but it is quickly followed by the sounds referring to Aqua and Kirisha. The commands are not for him, he ignores and watches Amia his trainer walk over to a rack that has strange markings which he doesn’t even grasp to understand, they mean nothing, but the gear there, he knows what that is. Brian knows, those are for him.

Amia grabs the chrome base raptor hooves with black rubber exterior that shine brighter than Brian’s own skin. His head follows Amia as she places these massive and weighty hooves down in front of him. Each hoof hits the ground with a loud clank. The black shiny leather sleeve of the boot is opened up more as Amia holds it in place before giving the commands, “Right foot in.”

It was another easy command for Brian, he knew what that sound meant, to move his one particular foot into that thing. With natural elegance and well-trained experience, he slips his foot, sickle claw and all into the hoof. The soft matted interior, a strange feeling but nice nonetheless grips around his foot as his sickle claw pops out through an opening in the hoof.

“Good boy Brian,” Amia says making Brian feel good while salivating at the thought of food that will surely come once this is over. Amia tightens the sleeve that wraps around Brian’s massive rubber raptor ankle. Tight bowties the very top once the sleeve is completely secure around his ankle and foot. Then Amia takes a sickle claw sleeve with a balled metal tip at the end and slips it around Brian’s sickle claw toe. She then restrains the toe against his ankle making it impossible to lower his claw if the thought would even enter his mind.

Brian watches Amia do these strange things to his one foot. A sight he feels he’s seen countless times before. It was part of his training exercises and other “work” that he had to do to get food. Easy work, easy food.

“Left foot in,” commands Amia as she has the other raptor hoof open and ready to slip in. Another easy command, easy to do. Easy to obey. Brian steps into the other hoof. He watches the same particular process that went with his one foot happen with the other. He takes this moment to look at his superiors, Aqua and Kirisha. They were doing the same. Good thing he is following the pack and the pack leader. He is doing good.

Once his other foot is secure Amia gets up and gently rubs Brian’s side, “Good boy Brian,” she says before offering him a small treat which he happily consumes, “Wait,” she states as Brian does as he is told.

Brian feels the tight embrace of his feet in these strange devices, but as tight as they are, they are still soft and comfortable. The only issue was learning to walk in them, but with enough time and training help from Amia he learned how to do that over a period of months, at least that is what he currently recalls what happened.

He watches Amia walk back to the wall. The sleek rubber anthropomorphic dilophosaurus walks with a tease hip sway that has no effect on Brian’s current state of mind. His interest when it comes to other species is nullified, and only the strong and powerful packmates are the only thing going in the feral lustful parts of his mind, but his attention despite this is drawn to Amia who grabs a heavy set of hand hooves with the same similar silver and black design as the hooves Brian currently wears.

The silver trim around the base shines brilliantly but the two massive hand hooves are a bit of a hassle for Amia to handle on her own but she manages to bring them back to him, placing one on the ground between her legs as she holds open the opening of one to him before she commands, “Right hand in.”

Another simple easy command practiced countless times before. Brian moves his correct claw out and into the strange object. He feels his claws brush against the soft interior which feels nice against his scales. His claws pop past the hoof wrist into a large cavity that easily contains his claws, allowing them to wiggle within the space. Once in, Amia takes a moment to tighten the sleeve that goes all the up to just short of Brian’s elbow. She ends the tightening with a nice and simple bowtie like the one on his hooves.

“Good boy Brian,” Amia says as Brian replies with a playful chirp as he shifts his weight slightly on his hooves before leaning in to give Amia a little nudge and playful lick across her face.

“Easy boy. We aren’t done yet,” she responds.

Brian hears the sounds he recognizes. He stops for now, as he pays no attention to any other noise Amia makes, it means nothing to him, it doesn’t result in him being good and receiving more food.

Amia picks up the other hoof and holds it open, “Left hand in,” Amia commands and Brian simply complies without another thought in his head, slipping his sharp black deadly looking claws into the hooves.

Deep down Brian knows he has been made helpless with these strange objects, yet he still feels safe, secure with them on. He gets food wearing them. He doesn’t mind. Then his head perks when he hears those wonderful sounds.

“Good boy Brian,” Amia pets along Brian’s side as he gives him another piece of meat, allowing him to chew it down as she went to get the next part of his equipment, a larger body harness.

Amia makes strange noises which sound vaguely familiar to Brian, “Hey, can you help me with this Igna?” she asks a green and yellow rubber anthropomorphic female Iguanodon trainer.

Igna sees Amia struggling with the massive harness, “Sure thing. But you will have to help me with mine next.”

“Of course,” Amia replies as Igna turns and says to Aqua in a firm authoritative yet loving tone, “Wait.”

Aqua lets out a feral chirp of understanding as Amia and Igna work together to drag the harness over to Brian who recognizes both as trainers that he has worked with many times before. A large set of stairs rises up from the ground allowing the two trainers to get to the full ten feet height of Brian’s body and easily toss the weight leather harness along Brian’s back.

The cool metal bits and leather run across his sides and back. The weight is nothing for him, and the concept of why it was so heavy for his trainers doesn’t even enter his mind thanks to to the filter constantly constraining his thoughts, while freeing his mind to simple relaxing tone.

The two trainers work to tug and secure the belts around Brian’s body. A large leather cloaca piece is pressed up between his legs, securing his cloaca completely in a kind of feral raptor chastity. The leather straps attach to it and continue around his legs, around his tail, forming a very snug fit.

Brian wasn’t sure why he liked the sensation of this item pressing tightly between his legs, hiding any arousal that beats through his mind, but he enjoyed it. It was nice, soothing, arousing and when he felt his cock tip presses against the rubber lining inside, stopping his hardening member in its tracks, it made him want it even more, but best of all, he knew food was coming after this once everything was put into place.

As Igna continues to secure more straps around his underside, Amia walks over and grabs a black leather silver collar that has strange markings on it that Brian pays no mind to. He doesn’t even notice that they are the same strange markings by the gear that Amia is grabbing.

“Lower,” Amia commands as Brian lowers his head, providing easy access for her to attach the black leather and silver siding collar with D rings placed at key points which Igna attaches the harness to, further securing his collar and the harness to his body.

“Good by Brian,” says Amia as she gives him a small piece of meat.

Brian happily takes it, chewing it down as the harness is wrapped around his legs and arms, attaching to his hooves and hand hooves, making it one complete set. Amia and Igna take the last few moments to secure the belts of the harness around the base of Brian’s stiff tail. The leather crisscrosses itself as it moves to halfway down his tail, stopping at a thick leather ring perfectly fitted for the thickness of his tail at this point.

“Now help me,” says Igna as Amia nods before stating to Brian.

“Wait.”

Brian understands that simple noise. He stands still and does nothing till told to do something. He slightly shifts his weight from side to side in his spot as he sees the same harness being placed upon Aqua who is about six feet away from him.

He idly watches as Aqua gets the same treatment as him, while Kirisha appears to be already done with this stage of the process as she stands proudly in her pony raptor harness. The harness gently slides across his rubber skin, the leather creaks while his body squeaks as he is a good boy and waits. Obedience means food. Food is good. Obedience is good. Simple, easy life. Not hard, good to do, easy to do.

Eventually Aqua was completely geared up in her body harness and pony gear. Amia walks back over to Brian who watches her curiously as she goes back to the wall and grabs another item off the wall.

Brian knows this piece, one that gives him mixed feelings, but he definitely lets out a huff of air from his nostrils when she approaches with it. Amia smiles as she holds the blinders and head muzzle harness open in her hands, “Come on Brian, be a good boy,” says Amia Brian lets out another annoyed huff.

When it is on, he gets no more treats. Not as fun. He knows he gets treat at the end, but that is a long time with no treats. No food. Not fun. Amia gives him a stern look, staring straight into his eyes, “Brian. You will be a good boy. Lower head.”

Brian feels a wave of submission come over him as his trainer looks him dead in the eyes. He lets out a soft feral raptoric whine before lowering his head. Amia gently pets the top of his muzzle, “Good boy Brian,” before giving him a very big piece of meat.

Brian eyes light up as he happily takes it down, and as he chews it down the black leather muzzle slips over his snout. The leather holds his mouth closed just as he swallows the last bit of meat. The muzzle portion of the harness slides completely over his snout. Brian sees two silver ringed air holes that line up perfectly with his nostrils once the muzzle section is in place. Pressing against his lips are two tubes that at the moment do nothing but he instinctively gives a light suckle on them.

The leather straps of the harness tie around his head, securing it to the rest of the body harness along with a set of blinders placed beside his eyes forcing his focus straight forward, greatly limiting his field of vision, yet at the same time further calming him, as he has less distractions to worry about.

“Stay low,” Amia commands as Brian follows as he turns his head to watch Amia go back to the wall to grab the last item hanging off of it, a large and heavy neck collar and harness, but despite its size it is fairly easy for her to grab. She walks back to him and places it around his neck, connecting it to the two harnesses, and a tube on each side of Brian’s muzzle harness.

“Forward, slow,” commands Amia as Brian walks ahead slowly till Amia commands, “Halt.”

Brian stops where he is when Amia grabs a hose and commands, “Lower head.”

Brian lowers his head as she twists open a small cap at the center of Brian’s collar, slips the hose inside and turns on the water, “Good boy Brian,” Amia commands as Brian feels a cool sensation against his neck, and as water fills the sack around his neck it drips through the hose and into his gently suckling lips slowly parching his thirst.

Amia watches Brian drink up and once he stops and the harness is about full, she turns off the water, twisting the cap closed, “Good boy Brian,” Amia states rubbing Brian’s side as he raises his head. The weight of the water pulling him down slightly, but it is nothing he can’t handle.

Amia grabs some reigns and connects them to his head after commanding him to lower his head once again. She now tugs on them guiding him forward into the next room. The other two trainers and raptors led into the room ahead of them where they are greeted by a large sixteen passenger roofed carriage. Along the side there were colors and markings that they paid no attention to.

In the front of the carriage is the harnessing area. All three raptors recognized it from their training. Brian and Aqua were the first to be guided up to and backed into the carriage front where the thick reinforced shafts of the carriage are slipped through the thick rings at set points across their harness.

Aqua lets out a soft huff as she looks at Brian who lowers his head submissively to one of his superiors of the pack, “Easy Aqua,” says Igna as she gently pats Aqua’s side who relaxes slightly as they are hitched to the harness via the shaft and several more straps that bind them tightly to the carriage.

Lastly came Kirisha who watched definitely in her matching harness, except the brilliant feathered show pony had harness that makes her stand out more than either Aqua or Brian with their rubber feather crests. Kirisha steadily backs into the harness as she is hitched to the front and center of the carriage shaft, forcing the two behind her to look at her raptor behind and tail, the tip of which is only a few inches away from their muzzles.

The reigns and pulled back, across and overhead as Amia takes all the reigns. The three raptors hear Kirisha’s trainer say to Amia, “Kirisha often likes to take charge. Just give her a helping hand to take lead in the right direction.”

“I will,” Amia responds with a nod as the three raptors look ahead, waiting for what is next.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here being the announcer for this exhibition ride. I expect it will be busy. Everyone will want raptor rides,” remarks Igna.

“I got this,” Amia says as she gives a soft tug on the reigns as she lets out a command, “Walk.” The three raptors feel the weight of the carriage behind them, but it barely slows them as they take their first steps. Their feet clip clop against the ground, the metal rings jingle as a set of massive doors automatically open letting in the late morning sunlight which causes them to flinch and squint at the sudden increase in brightness.

Brian lets out a sneeze as Amia responds, “Gesundheit Brian,” as she guides them out into the park in full gear and carriage for the “first” time, but to the three, this was just another day. The warm sun hits Brian’s scales, his lips pucker slightly as he draws in a little more water into his mouth as they pull the cart forward.

Loud noises overhead cause those that aren’t their trainers to approach and watch them from the sides. People of all sorts line up along the streets to get a view of them as they trot along the stone path. Kirisha leads them forward for a good five minutes. Kirisha’s trainer a red rubber scaled anthropomorphic raptor keeps the area clear in front of them.

Kirisha’s green rubber scaled rump and tail blocks half of Brian’s vision as he is led forward. All decisions for him are removed, he simply follows his powerful alpha. Suddenly Brian feels a head butt against his neck as he turns his attention to Aqua who lets out a huff of air from her nostrils

Aqua was always close to Kirisha, she was being defensive. Brain’s feather crest pulls against his body as he lowers his head till Igna says from behind them, “Aqua. Behave.”

Aqua turns her head towards her trainer who stares her down. Aqua lets out another huff of air and returns her attention to Kirisha.

“Halt,” commands Amia as she tugs on the reigns. Kirisha lets out a soft huff of air as the reigns are tugged again as she and the other two slow to a stop. As they stand there the trainer Igna makes noises that have no meaning to Brian and the others. They stand there as the scents of other not-trainers surround them.

Their carriage creaks as the sound of several not-trainers are heard behind them. Brian looks behind him to see through his narrowed vision non-trainers getting into the carriage. The trainer Igna stands there helping them aboard making noises, a few that have any meaning, “up”, “in”, “left”, “right”, “good” but they were all mixed in with other senseless noises.

Brain wondered about what he saw but formed no coherent logical thoughts about it. After several minutes of standing there Amia gave out a firm command, “Forward,” and with a tug of the reigns all three of them took their next step. The pull of the carriage was now strangely heavier than before. The shafts they are hooked up to pull against their harnesses, the leather straps grow taught as they move but with the three feral raptors’ combined strength they get moving again in short order. A conglomerate of noises from non-trainers follows right behind them at a steady distance, no matter how far they go.

They pull the carriage and their guests through the park. Brian sees only a fraction of the park through his tunnel vision. Waterfalls, jungle canopies, a quick glance at an Apatosaurus, feral iguanodons, and others. The smell of a T-rex reaches their nostrils, but it wasn’t the first time. They know what the smell is, but they have no negative connotations about the smell.

Clicks come from small things the not-trainers hold up in the air. Sometimes they are facing away from him, but many times he sees them face toward him with these strange colorful objects. They make the click noises, and the not-trainers react with positive, awe, and other noises that he has no connection to.

As they walk, they continue to clip clop against the stone ground and their metal pieces jingle around them in soft soothing noise that the three recognize from their time in training. There are times where Amia has them slow, other times speed up, with occasional breaks of a few minutes. After some time they reach the same location where they have started and with a firm “Halt” they stop.

A few moments later the three raptors hear the noises behind them grow a little louder. The not-trainers and trainers making all sorts of noise as the carriage creaks as they disembark. The only noises they recognize from the jumbled mess of noises was “out” and “good”.

While they wait another cart pulls up beside them. This one contains a big container of water. A not-trainer approaches and Kirisha lets out a huff of air and a muffled growl.

“Easy girl,” says Kirisha’s trainer as she approaches her. Kirisha lets out another huff and relaxes as the not-trainer fills the collar with once more. Brian and Aqua sees Kirisha compliance and follow suit when the not-trainer approaches them. Once they feel the cool water fill their collar and once that is done the not-trainer sprays them with a light mist of water which feels delightful against their rubber skin, which now glistens brighter.

Brian feels the coolness against his skin. He lets out a soft huff and a muffled chirp of delight as his leather creaks under his shifting movements. Brian takes this moment to look at this not-trainer. A male anthropomorphic Chompasaurus with his green scales and small stature of just over four feet, he was nothing more like an ant compared to him.

Other not-trainers make clicky noises with their strange devices. They watch and make noises amongst them. From the limited view Brian has, they keep at least a half a body length away from them with the help of the trainers who take a moment to gently caress their sides and compliment them.

Brian feels good. He is doing good. He will get a big reward when done. He knows it. He can feel it, but he doesn’t know when that is. Igna makes more noises from behind them as more not-trainers move back into the carriage. Judging from the sounds and smells this is a different grouping of not-traniers than before. Several more minutes will pass before the reigns are tugged and Amia lets out the firm command, “Forward” and the large circular track that they’ve followed before is done once again, with the same breaks, the same final end stop where it all began.

This whole process repeats itself several times till the light in the sky is now mostly across the sky, and by then Brian felt tired and hungry. He wants food. He can sense it from the girls that they are anxious to get food as well. After they let the not-trainers off the carriage Amia gives the command forward suddenly.

There was no break this time, but the carriage was lighter this time. Brian wasn’t sure why, but he felt better that it was. Kirisha guides them around and through the park till they are at the same building they had their tack gear put on.

“Easy, back,” commands Amia as they work together to slowly back up into the building, the carriage guided into its stall and once in place they hear Amia command, “Halt.”

The three raptors stop as they hear Amia compliment them, “Good, very good.” Before she and the other trainers work to unhitch them from the carriage. Bit by bit they are unhooked, Kirisha first and then others. Kirisha is the first to be led away then Aqua and finally Brian.

“You did very good Brian,” Amia says as he understands most of what she says as she takes his reigns and guides him out and back into the room where they were fitted with their gear. Kirisha and Aqua are already in the process of getting their gear removed. Kirisha clearly chewing on a little something for her trouble as she waits for the items to be removed.

Brian sees trainer Igna toss a nice big piece of meat into Aqua’s awaiting mouth as she hungrily chows it down while she works to get gear off of her. Brian moves to his spot as he feels a rumble in his belly. The idea of food makes him salivate. He lets out a huff of air and nudges Amia who gently pats his head, “Soon.” she replies.

Brian takes his position with the help of Amia guiding him before she makes some strange noises as a not-trainer approaches. Brian lets out a huff as Amia gently pets his side, “Easy Brain,” Amia soothes as Brian shifts his massive weight on his hooves. The leather creaks, muscles tense as the not-trainer gets between his legs and loosens the gear around his crotch.

Brian moves to look but feels a tug from Amia forcing his focus forward, “Look at me,” Amia commands as Brian submissively complies. As the straps and codpiece around his cloaca is pulled away, he suddenly feels the not trainer open his sensitive air up.

Brian lets out another huff and shifts but Amia tugs on his reigns and with a commanding voice says, “Easy Brian.”

Brian lets out a huff of air and relaxes slightly as he feels his cloaca opened up more as something cool is slipped up into it. His member twitches as the not-trainer grabs it within its hidden spot. Brian lets out a huff and a whine but Amia keeps his focus on her. Slowly the not-trainer slips his twitching sensitive flesh into this cool thing and once in and tight they push the object fully into his cloaca opening. Then he hears a soft his from that same area as what’s within his cloaca expands and locks into place. Brian whines and shifts but Amia gently pets his head, “Good Boy.”

Then the not-trainer makes some noises and pulls away leaving Brian feeling his cloak full yet closed. He whines softly as he adjusts to the feeling as Amia gently caresses his head and works to remove his muzzle head harness. As the muzzle is removed, he feels cool air rush across his skin, a nice refreshing feeling which causes him to squeeze on the bondage within his cloaca. He is about to whine but then he sees Amia pull out a massive slab of meat, “Good boy Brian,” Amia states as Brian opens his mouth eagerly for it to be tossed in.

Amia quickly does so as the sweet fatty meat tastes delightful along his tongue. Brian can’t help but chew it down, filling a little bit of that void of hunger in his belly as Amia gets to work removing his harness bits. Slowly each strap becomes loose and they are pulled off of his body. Brian feels the lingering pressure of the straps across his entire form as now he simply has his hand hoofs and claw hooves.

“Almost,” Amia says with other noises that Brian doesn’t understand. He watches Amia loosen the hand hooves and with several firm tugs and wiggles she manages to get the first hoof free, revealing his sharp claws once again. Brian flexes his free claw while Amia gets the other claw done.

Lastly came his foot hooves. Amia unhooks the sickle claw guards from his ankles and loses the laces along his entire ankle. Amia spends a solid minute loosening the one foot before she holds the hoof down as she commands, “Right, out.”

Brian takes a half a step back with his right foot pulling the hoof off of his clawed foot with the help of Amia keeping it on the ground. Brian once again feels the cool hard ground under his feet as the process is repeated with his other foot.

“Follow,” Amia commands as he is led down a different corridor. He smells the scents of his packmates and the other trainers further up ahead. Brian hears metal click, squeak and slam. It is a noise he recognizes as they are going back to their home. As he reaches the end of the corridor he is greeted with a set of gates and heavy doors that open with powerful hydraulics. Amia gently pats Brian on the head as she says “Forward.”

Brian walks ahead past Amia and the other trainers as he goes through the doors with ease, each one closing behind him with the clicks, squeaks and slams and when Brian reaches the end he is back home. A two-acre large area for them to run, play, hunt. Jungle and open fern area near the not-trainers provide ample places to show up, show off, move about, relax, and hunt

Suddenly there is a noise in Brian’s mind that he doesn’t understand, “All raptor subjects are detected within the Utahraptor exhibit. Enabling mental training level three and instinct stimulus level one.”

Within moments the world that Brian knew shifted further. His training and obedience melted away. He still recognizes those that are “trainers” but only for a source of food and perhaps food given the right circumstances. Brian let out a soft growl and chirp as he looked around, raising his head to sniff the air to locate his packmates.

Brian let out a little call and it was soon received by Kirisha who was calling for him. Without a second thought Brian complied as he moved toward the noise and scent finding the other two waiting impatiently for him. Kirisha hisses and nips at Brian for being slow.

Brian recoils and lows himself pulling his claws back in a sign of submission towards his alpha. Kirisha responds with a soft chirp as she head motions for him and Aqua to follow. Aqua was always right behind Kirisha, while he was in a distant third.

He was hungry and he knew what Kirisha was doing. Hunting. Their prey was close, they knew it. They heard the sound of the beast reaching their ears, “moo”. There were scents of others, many others, but those scents were filtered out. They never impeded with the hunt, and they couldn’t be hunted. At this point they were background smells best left to be ignored.

The three move quickly, silently towards the edge of the jungle where in the open fern field stands their prey as it idly chews on some ferns. Kirisha lets out a soft series of clicks as Aqua peels right and Brian peels right. Kirisha stays where she is as a crowd of people watch on the other side of protected reinforced glass and metal bars with a tall wall far too big for any of the pack to scale or jump, despite their best efforts.

With a Brian stays low and peels towards the wall with loud noise making creatures that they could never get. They make clicks and other noises, but Brian ignores them. They were never any interest to them. He stays low in the ferns as the prey idly chews on some hay before it. Aqua is across the way on the other point of escape for their prey. Their claws twitch, they hungrily salivate as the thought of food enters their mind. Their eyes focus on their target when they wait till they hear a raptoric caw from their Alpha Kirisha.

That is the signal and they sprint into action letting out a loud screech as they sprint towards the cow which instantly begins to run away. They easily catch up to the cow as they claw and bite at it as blood runs down its sides. The cow continues to run toward the forest till Kirisha sprints out and makes a quick final killing blow, putting the cow out of its misery.

The other creatures make loud noises and many clicks during the entire hunt, more so now that it has ended. The three raptors quickly dine on their kill, Kirisha getting a few select delight choices for herself, but doesn’t hog the meal but shares it equally between the two. Once done, they spend a bit of time cleaning their claws and getting a drink from the nearby stream as they relax now that their desires to hunt have been satiated.

Brian watches Kirisha and Alpha walk deeper into the forest as they playfully chirp and nibble at each other. Kirisha always showing her dominance, but their movements and actions lean towards a loving relation rather than a challenge to Kirisha’s authority. Brian whines slightly as he lays under a jungle tree. His internally chastised member twitches and presses against the bondage held within. He whines as he smells the sweet scent of arousal from the two females that he can’t have. They have to present themselves to him, but they won’t. He was never allowed to express himself to them. His body ached for sex, yet he could smell that is what Aqua and Kirisha are currently doing hidden in the threes.

Brian couldn’t handle it anymore. He had to see what they were doing. He sneaks off to where they are, and there he sees Aqua laying on her back submissively, claws against her body, legs spread as she Kirisha laps across Aqua’s wet dripping cloaca.

Aqua whines in pleasure and need as Brian keeps his head down and his body downwind of his two Alphas. He watches and reflexively humps as Kirisha continues to lap at Aqua’s sex. Aqua continues to moan out in delight as Kirisha asserts her dominance over her, slipping her tongue into the opening and wiggling within, giving her pleasure.

Brian recalls seeing the two develop these techniques to please each other over the years. They had no desire in him and he could never bring out his need to please them, the girls in his altered memory mind learned to please and enjoy each other. They are a pack but they are closer together.

As Aqua lets out a trill of delight, reaching her pleasuring climax, squirting juices over Kirisha’s muzzle who happily and hungrily laps them up, a loud noise comes out over through the jungle. They recognize the noise and pay it no mind, it meant nothing to them.

Brian waits patiently as Kirisha passionately nuzzle licks Aqua on the snout with a wet squeak. Aqua leans in and nuzzle licks back before Kirisha raises her head toward Brian. Brian lowers his head more but it is too late, he is noticed

Kirisha chirps as Brian steps out with his head lowered and claws against his body. Kirisha walks over to him and gives a few soft trill chirps before head nuzzling Brian. Brian feels a small sense of relief as they hear a noise in their head.

“Fifteen minutes after closing. Removing mental restrictions.” Moments later they feel as if a veil over their minds have been lifted. They now can easily decipher the difference between their memories and their educated memories given to them to help their feral mindset sink in.

“Wow… that was amazing,” Brian thinks as he suddenly feels a hard head smack from Kirisha’s snout.

“Hey!” Brian thinks as he looks up to her as Kirisha gives a domineering growl. Brian feels himself slink slightly under her controlling Aura. Brian tries to speak but finds himself only able to let out a whine.

“Twenty minutes after park closing, reducing physical realism to level one,” says the voice in their heads and with that they find their tails become flexible and their claws can now pronate themselves once again.

“Finally. That five-minute difference there can be annoying,” says Kirisha as she looks to Aqua, “Though I think my lovely blue dra… raptor loved herself today, didn’t you?” she asks.

Aqua bashfully looks away, “I feel so naked…”

Kirisha moves up alongside her and nuzzle bumps her, “That’s because you are,” she chuckles.

Aqua lets out a little feral chirp.

“But the question is, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Y-yes. It was an experience to think in such basic terms. And the gear was nice…”

“I’m surprised you wore the gear too Kirisha,” remarks Brian.

“Well I am still the Apha, and the Alpha has to lead the others. It was part of the training they worked with me on to establish an appropriate pack mentality.”

“Worked with you?”

“Yeah, you think I’d go along with this not knowing what is to come? They’ve been wanting a real raptor’s input and I gave it. We are test bedding for future raptor exhibits, and I think we did great.”

“It is a unique and fun experience, especially now that I can think about it,” says Brian as he squeezes the chastity within his cloaca, “But do I have to be chastised like this?”

“What? Do you have a problem with it?” Kirisha asks with an inquisitive purr.

“N-no actually, but I am wondering why just me?”

“Because you’re a guy, and we’re the females. It’s easier to keep you from being able to mate us than vice versa. And it builds a great fantasy reason why Aqua and I enjoy yourselves so much,” Kirisha explains as she gives Aqua a playful wink.

“Kirisha! W-what if others saw us you know… play like that?”

“This is an adult park. Did you see any children about?”

“N-no, now that you mention it.”

“There you go. Asides you liked exposing yourself like that, didn’t you?”

Aqua wiggles a little, “It was nice. And I can’t believe we were raptor ponies on the raptor pony ride,” Aqua softly says with another wiggle.

“Is that what the side said? I honestly couldn’t read it when the filter was on. How do you know?”

Kirisha looks over to him, “Because you can still remember what it looked like and read it now,” Kirisha explains as Brian now sees the collar around Kirisha’s neck says “Kirisha” in gold plating while Aqua’s says in silver plating Aqua.”

“Ah I see. I can assume my collar says Brian?”

“Bingo, and I bet if you think hard enough you can recall that gear was labeled for your use.”

Brian takes a moment looking back on all his memories and now it all became clear, those sounds were words, those words were sentences, all of which had meaning. Many of them were awe and enjoyment at seeing them, and it clearly did say Brian on the wall where all his gear was.

“So… um now that I am me for what the night?”

“Yeah till about thirty minutes before the park opens. We’ll spend time in a very feral yet intelligible state, and then we’ll be put back into our trained and tamed mind set for more park rides.”

“Are we bound to our exhibit?” Brian asks.

“No. Just go to the door and ask to be let out and enjoy the night life of the park. There will be some high paying guests and VIP’s so I’d watch yourself. The only thing not allowed is visitors to enter our exhibits. It’s a safety precaution. You don’t want to get drunk pass out and then have one of us in a feral mind set to wake up with you there. It’s just not a pretty idea,” Kirisha explains.

“Ah, so what do you two intend to do?” Brian asks.

“Well… We could go out exploring but I think I want to explore my love’s new body some more, and she mine.”

“What?” Aqua responds bashfully.

“That what means yes,” Kirisha responds with a playful nuzzle.

Aqua responds with a lustful whine, “You know me too well,” Aqua whines.

“Of course, I do.”

“Could I watch?” Brian asks as Kirisha responds with a quick hard tail thwack against the side of Brian’s muzzle, “Ow! You could have said no.”

“Of course, you can watch,” Kirisha responds.

“What?!” Aqua says as she squirms.

“Why did you hit me if it was a yes?”

“Because of how tactless you asked. Asides with that chastity on you, I think it will be torturous for you to watch, which is more than enough payment for the privilege to watch my mate and I to enjoy ourselves.”

“Ah… right, right. Sorry.”

“Now be a good boy and sit over there. Aqua. Since I already gave you a little pleasure it's your turn,” Kirisha says as she hikes her tail revealing her cloaca, the warm arousing scent from it causes Brian’s member to twitch and ache in desire making him squirm in his place as Aqua bashfully nods and gets behind Kirisha as she gently nuzzle licks across the opening.

Kirisha lets out a soft moan as Brian’s rubber feathered crest rises slightly as he sees Kirisha’s dripping juices flow onto Aqua’s tongue. Aqua lets out a soft raptoric purr, her feather crest rising as she licks across the opening.

“Deeper,” Kirisha moans out as Aqua sways her hips, showing off her aroused sex in front of Brian as her thick pink rubber tongue slips into her lover’s vent. Aqua tastes the delightful juices flowing onto her pallet, flowing down her tongue like small explosion of sweetness. Kirisha’s claws flex and twitch as she feels Aqua dive in deeper. Aqua presses her snout against the opening, parting the lips with a soft squeak as her warm breath blows into Kirisha’s sensitive hidden flesh, adding to her pleasure.

“That’s it. Just a bit more,” Kirisha says as she closes her eyes to focus on the pleasure that is driven into her body by Aqua’s massive feral raptor tongue. More area to enjoy, more area to please, higher the pleasure than their smaller bodies would ever allow.

As Brian watches the two girls’ mate, his member aches and pushes against the chastity that fills her cloca. His body tenses and squeaks as he grinds his legs together, his hips bucking against the ground as his sickle claw twitches. He swallows a lump in his throat, his mouth salivates at the pornographic tease that he is experiencing. Each passing moment as their pleasure is driven higher, his desire and need are done doubly so, but held in check by his device.

His cloaca drips like that of Aqua who hikes her tail in an instinctive need received from the rubber body that she now posses. Brian lets out a desiring and approving growl as Kirisha purrs in delight. Her soft moans are like a delicate song of live, sung out to Aqua who is driven to please her lover all the more.

Brian finds himself bucking his hips in tune to Kirisha pressing her hips against Aqua’s muzzle. Aqua’s blue rubber scales now drip with Kirisha’s sexual fluids as she can barely keep up with the rate her lover is producing them as their arousal grows higher and higher. Several more minutes pass till Kirisha lets out a delightful trill and her cloaca gushes out Aqua’s tasty prize.

Aqua happily slurps up the juices with a raptoric purr while Brian holds back a groan of need as his body desperately tries to get even a minute amount of the same pleasure that he is seeing before him, making his body only want it more with every twitch and ache of his member.

“I-I can’t believe you made me eat you out in front of him,” Aqua softly says after giving another clean lick across Kirisha’s sex.

“Not like you didn’t mind. Honestly I think you like showing off how skillful of a tongue twister you are.”

“I… uh…” Aqua lowers her head bashfully.

Brian pants softly as he responds, “I… it was really good. Sorry if I made it too awkward.”

“You’re fun deary. It is your birthday gift. It’s alright to be a little risky.”

“You owe me,” Aqua pouts softly.

Kirisha lowers her tail and moves over to Aqua gently licking her muzzle clean of her juices, “Don’t worry love, when your birthday comes around, you’ll get far more than what I do for Brian.”

Aqua opens her mouth as if to speak but then closes it again and turns her head away in a bashful manner, her tail sways behind her a bit as a rustle is heard from a nearby bush. The raptors’ nostrils flare as they take in the scent of Amia.

“Here you all are hiding,” Amia says as she pushes through the brush, “It’s been a while and we were wondering if you got lost.”

“We were simply enjoying the bodies that have been given to us for a week. And I will say they feel fantastic,” Kirisha responds with a raptoric purr.

“I’ll pass on your sentiments to those in charge of it. Though I thought Brian would like to explore the park now that he is in control of all of his faculties and Brain functions,” Aqua says with a smirk as she walks over to him and gently rubs his sides, “Of course we could always regress you back to being a ‘Good Boy Brian’ if you want Brian,” Amia says as the words send a tingle of pleasure through his body causing him to let out a soft moan.

“I… I think today I will enjoy just myself a bit,” he responds as he looks away for a moment.

“Alright. If you want to come and explore the place you may. Normally I’d be off as a fourteen-hour work day is normally way too much for any one person, but today has been fun, and if you need help exploring that body of yours, I’ll be here to help,” Amia says with a smirk.

“Y-you can do that?” Brian asks as he turns his focus to him.

“Not officially per se, but you are a special case in of itself.”

“Can you do something about my chastity?” Brian asks with a soft raptoric whine.

“You mean this?” Amia says as she gently rubs underneath Brian’s tail, her delicate rubbery fingers tease along the opening as Brian pants softly as he gets the faintest of pleasure which is more than he’s had today.

Brian nods, “Y-yes, that.”

“Only if you become a girl. We wouldn’t want you to try to mate these two girls. They are such a couple and Kirisha might get angry if you try to mate what is hers.”

“Feral minded or not I would unless it was something planned,” Kirisha chuckles.

“Kirisha!” whines Aqua.

“Oh hush, he’d have to be a girl to do that, and if that was the case, you’d have no problem with that. Remember my friend Rexxy?”

Aqua blushes a bit more, “Oh, how could I not,” she wiggles her hips some.

“Well at least we have that settled. But I think Brian likes his chastity, don’t you Brian?”

Brian tenses a bit, “Well… yeah but I would like to know how it feels.”

“We’ll make sure you get that eventually, but as the one in charge of this, keep it on for now. Why ruin his built-up fun? He’s such a good squirmer,” Kirisha remarks with a chuckle.

“He is? Well then. Come Brian, let’s see how good at squirming you are,” Amia says as she gently rubs Brian’s side and encourages him to follow her deeper into the exhibit.

“I… I… alright,” he responds as his shoulders slump slightly, his claws twitch as he follows, the cool air between his legs teasing him, reminding him of the delicate tease from Amia’s fingers.

“How did you like your first day?” Amia asks.

“Good. Good.”

“Just good?”

“Absolutely fantastic!” Brian says with a trill before he calms down, “Sorry, I didn’t know I’d do that.”

“Some of your reactions are filtered through the suit to be feral like, even at your current realism settings.”

“I see… so what are you planning?”

“To let the birthday boy enjoy himself and for me to bend the rules a bit,” Amia says with a playful wink as she leads him to a corner of the exhibit immersing themselves into the feral jungle. Brian looks over to Amia her size dwarfed by his as he moves. Never before has he felt so powerful and strong, even as a xenomorph where he was left in a feral xenomorphic mindset only a few days ago, this dwarfed that by simple sheer size and strength. It made him wonder about a feral raptor xenomorph hybrid for just an instant before he felt Amia’s hands along his side.

“You did very well adjusting yourself to your suit and mental inhibitors.”

“You think? I felt like I was… well I was me but to suddenly not to be able to comprehend language yet still think to a level of rational that was simple yet logical was something else.”

“Well that is part of the whole process to do so, yet the whole time you are still you, simply personified as a different species. It’s a rare yet enjoyable experience for many, to be put into a mindset so alien yet somehow like your own. Though many of us at the park have had some experience of it.”

“They have?”

Amia nods, “Yup.”

“Does that mean you have?”

“I spent two weeks as a feral dilophosaurus. This exhibit here used to house me and five others. Which is why I know where the cameras aren’t able to see us,” she smirks to Brian as she gently rubs his sides.

“Are you a natural dilophosaurus then?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“Oh… then um… what are you?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, not really.”

“Then the answer doesn’t matter,” she responds as she stops, “Here’s the spot. Now why don’t you lay down?” she suggests in a somewhat commanding way.

Brian feels a shiver run down his spine as he nods and proceeds to do so, even laying down the height of his back comes up to Amia’s shoulders, “Good Boy Brian.”

Brian squirms slightly as he looks to her, “Hey…”

“You like it. I know you do. It was part of your training. It’s comforting, isn’t it?”

Brian tenses a little, “Y-yeah.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Brian silently shakes his head.

“Thought so,” she responds as her hands run across the spine of his back. Her soft rubbery clawed fingertips tease along his spine as Brian lets out a soft raptoric chirp of pleasure. The moment the sound escapes his slips he lowers his head to the ground, “Don’t be ashamed. It is your body. Love your body, and it will love you back,” she responds as she walks alongside his body, her hips sway side to side as her tail gently and teasingly brushes up along his body causing a soft squeak.

Brian’s nostrils flare as he smells Amia’s scent. As the aroma flows into his mind, he catches something new from her that he did not catch before when she was working with him. The sweet tender smell of her arousal that flows off of her like a delicate flower. His body wiggles as he grinds his hips against the ground as he eyes her wet petals as she moves in front of him.

“You aren’t allowed out of your chastity till the last day, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a bit of fun now, right?” Amia says as she runs her claws along his massive muzzle.

“You have no idea how tight I feel right now.”

“I think I do. After all I helped get that put on you. I know what you are capable of down there,” she says as she sits on Brian’s snout. Brian lets out a whimper as he feels her warm body wrap around his face. Her dripping sex runs across the top of his muzzle with a loud squeak as her breasts hang over his eyes, filling his view.

“How about a little snout dance before I let you have a little taste? Hmm?” Amia suggests as she rolls her hips against his scales. Her tail sways and runs across his nostrils blocking one at a time as they are his only source of air as his muzzle is kept shut by her legs that grind against the side of his snout.

Brian lets out a needy whimper as his massive form is held down by her small figure. All his strength is for naught under her control. The months, perhaps years of faux training still in his mind, still reinforcing that she is his trainer that he obeys her, that she does what she says and he gets a reward, he gets to eat, he gets food, but the food this time isn’t a slab of meat by the ability to eat her out and enjoy the sweet desserts that her body has to offer.

Her breasts bounce, her hips sway, her legs and crotch grind against him, her arousal is intoxicating as his body is constantly reminded of the tight ache between his legs, held deep within his cloaca which adds to his frustration yet also increases his want to experience the sensation of release through her.

“Good Boy Brian,” Amia says as Brian whimpers and lets out a soft raptoric purr as Amia gently caresses the sides of his head. Slowly Amia slides off of Brian’s head. Brian looks to her with eyes glazed over, his mind lulled into a lustful like trance as Amia ‘holds’ up his head, “Lick,” Amia commands as Brian allows the urge overtake him. His massive rubber pink tongue slips out of his maw, by passing rows of sharp pointy teeth as he licks across Amia’s face.

Amia lets out a soft giggle, “hmm, a little rough like a cat. That will feel nice against me,” she says as she stands up, raising Brian’s head with her as Brian finds his head no eye level with her supple breasts.

Amia grins as Brian looks up at her, “Lick,” she commands as Brian humbly complies with another soft purr. His massive tongue easily engulfs both of her breasts in long tender licks. Brian tastes her soft rubber skin against his tongue. Her arousal hinted in her sweat, the sweet and salty flavor makes a wonderful mix of tantalizing delights is whipped up by Amia’s pleasure moans. The only thing that could top this dessert is the cherry on top, but Amia keeps his head on her bust keeping his wanted prize at bay for the time being.

“Good Boy Brian. Lick,” she commands in a compassionate tone. Brian lets out a soft chirp as he complies. Words escape his mind as he is drawn into the fantasy that he is this feral mighty beast, powerful and strong, yet tamed by this Triassic beauty. His tongue slides across and between each breast, lifting them up slightly as Amia moans out approvingly as she presses up against his muzzle.

Amia’s perk nipples run across the sharp teeth, pleasure added with danger, compounding the excitement they both feel as Brian’s breath cools across Amia’s wet skin as she slowly guides Brian’s head down to her belly where she gives the command again, “lick.”

Brian humbly does so like a massive pet, not knowing what else to do but to do as he is commanded. His mind rewarding him for his obedience as he enjoys her tender flesh along his tongue. Closer and closer he gets to the prize, and each command is more eagerly awaited than the last.

Finally, Brian’s head is lowered down to her soft tender petals, the source of the intoxicating and mind numbing aroma. He pants heavily, drool runs out of the side of his lips as he salivates at the thought of what is to happen next. One moment passes, then two. Amia holds his head there in agonizing limbo as he waits for that one pleasant word.

“Lick.”

The command echoes through Brian’s mind, and pressing the trigger as he happily leans in and runs his massive pink rubber flesh against her subtle soft petals. The sweet taste of her juices along his tongue jump out wherever his juices go. A shiver runs down down his spine as the tantalizing juices flow along the length of his tongue. Amia’s soft domineering moan rings out in his ears as his tongue covers the entirety of her sex, her taint and behind. Her smooth supple rump, every ridge of her scales felt, every inch of her skin tastes divine.

“Good Boy Brian,” Amia says with a soft moan as she squeezes his tongue between his legs. Amia grinds against his tongue moaning louder panting heavier, her tail hiked as she slides herself along the tongue.

“Lick in,” Amia commands as Brian pulls his tongue back, his snout spreads her legs as he slips the tip of his tongue into that tight wanting vent. Amia groans in delight as she bites her lower lip, her claws tightly grip the side of his head as he dives only a mere fraction of his tongue into her.

Amia arches her back, breasts bounce. Brian sees nothing but her in his vision and wouldn’t have any other way as he wiggles and squirms more of his tongue into her wanting body. Pushing her to the edge and over with everything he can. His claws digging into the ground as his own built up lust is a constant reminder of his position to her, diving him even deeper into the bestial feral lustful nature that he finds himself possessing.

Then, suddenly, without warning Amia screams out in mind blowing delight as she reaches the peak of her climax. Her hot juices squirt between the small cracks between her sex and his tongue, spraying much of Brian’s tongue with her juices.

Brian whines in need as the delicious fluids run across his pallet, adding to the joy as he tries to milk her for every drop. As Amia’s climax slowly dies down, she leans against Brian’s snout as he licks and cleans her crotch of everything he can.

“Hmm, yes, very Good Boy Brian,” she says as Brian lets out a chirp of pleasure as as Amia rocks her hips against his tongue for a few more moments, “After such a long day I needed that,” she moans.

“W-welcome,” Brian mumbles as his mind is brought back. His aching there, but a sense of control returns to him as Amia lets out a soft giggled moan.

“That tickles a bit when you speak with your tongue out like that.”

“Sorry.”

Amia gently pets Brian’s head, “It’s alright,” she says as she pushes herself off of Brian and stretches, “Did you enjoy yourself?

Brian nods and lets out an approving chirp before saying, “Very much so.”

Amia smiles, “Good. How about I give you a tour of the place. It’s only fair after how much you carted me around today. How does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Brian replies as he stands up and stretches. The two heading off toward the exhibit exit so they can enjoy a night together, and get to see what else the park has to offer...