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No CGI (female) 2

by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)

Charles couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had watched _They Live_ twenty times, so how could he only just now notice all the dinosaurs in it? Dinosaurs played the aliens. They had lines and everything. Sure, with the sunglasses off, humans walked around, but with the glasses on, Roddy Piper's character saw dinosaurs everywhere, all of them wearing makeup to make them look weird, but dinosaurs nonetheless.

It wasn't the only movie either. T had made a list for him, and he had been going down through it over the past few days. Some of them he owned on tape, most he had to rent.

He had found a copy of _Clue_, and sure enough... the Cook. He recognized T. She only had one line and then she was stabbed in the back. It was one of the only times a dinosaur who wasn't a monster of some kind had a line.

Charles had seen the movie when it was in theaters (he got the Mrs. Peacock ending), and he would have bet his entire bank account the character had been a human. He remembered it so clearly, but now as he sat on his couch, he questioned everything he ever knew.

Movie after movie over the past three days, and now he was beginning to see them on television as well. In the diner on _Seinfeld_. In the café on _Fraiser_.

And now he noticed them on the street. None where he worked, or where he lived, but J had said they were required to stay in their own districts and needed permits to work or visit restaurants or movie theaters or do anything outside of it. The nightclubs were some of the only places that allowed dinosaurs and humans to mix, and yet hardly anyone noticed the dinosaurs.

As the credits on They Live rolled, Charles sat back on his couch and stared.

He wasn't sure why he asked if he could see her again. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe not. He couldn't remember that night very clearly. All he could remember thinking is he wanted that scent more than anything, and when J barged in and took it from him...

Charles could not articulate why he reacted that way. He remembered spending a lot of time at the bar fidgeting and wondering how J could be so cool sharing a drink with the man who had just fucked his wife.

For that matter, how she could be fine asking Charles to do so. Was it really a dinosaur thing? J and T had explained it several times, but no matter how many times he had their reassurance, he felt uncomfortable.

Charles ejected the tape and shut the TV off. Grabbing his keys, he ran downstairs and out the door.

J and T had only given him a street name. He had looked it up on his city atlas that very night and every few hours he had been awake since over the past few days. It wasn't far away, but it was near downtown, so there would be a lot of lights. He wasn't sure why he was doing this or what he hoped for.

Twenty minutes later, he took a left turn and drove up the street.

Dinosaurs were everywhere, naked and walking about. T-rexes that were only just a few feet taller than a raptor. Six raptors were walking down this side of the street, brown and red and blue scales, some had stripes, others had splotches or swirls. _Jurassic Park_ in the city.

He drove slowly, looking in all directions. All of the buildings here were row houses, probably small apartments. J had told him several streets were like this.

He saw only two children, both T-rexes. No playgrounds. No parks. No cars parked anywhere. Charles drew stares as he drove up the street, so he figured he should follow his father's advice and introduce himself if he was going to stare.

The street had little room for parking, so he parked two wheels on the sidewalk and hoped nobody slammed into him. When he got out, he drew some looks. He waved. The group of raptors waved back. Charles locked the door and got out, walking down the street, looking at the houses.

Now that he wasn't driving, he noticed something else. There were no street numbers on each house. He looked up and down the road to confirm none of these houses were marked with addresses, and they had no mailboxes.

He continued walking, unsure what he was looking for. He was coming up to the group of theropods. They were watching him, keeping their hands folded under their forearms, probably to hide their claws. One of them held eye contact the whole time.

“Are you lost?" said the one with blue scales and black splotches around the chest and flank.

Charles wondered how this person would have appeared to him had he not known who lived here.

“I'm looking for someone. She only told me Grid Street and she was sure I'd be able to sniff her out. Do the names T and J mean anything to you?"

The group of raptors curled their necks and huffed. They stopped before him, now unfolding their hands.

The one with green stripes on top of bright red scales answered. “All of our houses are marked. Her place is hard to miss."

“What do you mean marked?"

They snorted and walked by. Charles turned, watching their tails. He wondered how they kept their heads at the same height no matter what their legs did.

Dinosaurs on the other side of the street were staring at him. Two of them were species he didn't recognize, bulkier than a raptor but the snout was too thin to be a T-rex or any of the species he'd seen in the movies.

He shrugged and walked down the street, looking at the closed doors. Most of the windows had no curtains, and he saw scaly muzzles looking at him.

Charles might have lost the nerve to continue if not for the gust of wind that hit him from behind.

He spun around and faced the breeze. He inhaled. A sugary-pine-cone smell. It came from the other side of the street, somewhere...

Charles ran in a straight line across the road and onto the sidewalk on the other set of row houses. He waited for another gust, but now the breeze was falling straight down the middle of the road.

He looked about, inhaling, sniffing.

Lots of other smells hit him, now that he was close to a door. He approached one and sniffed it.

“Marked," he whispered.

No addresses. Did they mark their doors with their scents? Was that...?

He ran to the next door and scented around the doorway. Wrong.

Down to the next. Also wrong.

He paused at the next door, looking around and hoping for the wind to shift and confirm he was in the right place.

At least thirty dinosaurs were either in their windows or peeking from their doors, watching him. The ones on the street stood still and stared at him. Charles knew how it felt to be a deer during hunting season.

He ran to the next door and took a few sniffs. No.

The next door. No. He had been certain it came from this area.

Three houses later, he caught it again. He leaned closer, practically rubbing his nose on the wood. Yes, he couldn't see anything different about the door, but the smell was coming from it. Sugar and pine cone.

He knocked once.

The door immediately swung inward, and a red-and-white dinosaur muzzle bumped noses with him. He had been behind the door, waiting.

“I [w]as [w]ondering [w]hen you'd find us."

“J?" Charles said. “I almost didn't. I... I still feel weird."

He heard sounds behind him and he turned. Sixty dinosaurs on the street, at least eight different species, every scale color he could imagine, some slowly coming closer but most held a distance, every muzzle pointed straight at him.

J nuzzled his cheek. As soon as he did, the dinosaurs on the street curled their necks back.

“Co[m]e inside," J said. “T isn't back fro[m] [w]ork yet, [b]ut she'll [b]e here soon."

“Um..."

J made a few shrieking sounds over Charles' head. Instantly their stances relaxed and they began to shriek and call back.

Charles faced J. The red raptor bumped his nose again. “I told the[m] you found [m]y [m]ate's heat scent. [W]atching you sniff out our [p]lace was _entertaining_."

He growled a little. The friendly kind of growl Charles remembered from three nights ago. He stepped backwards into the apartment. Charles stepped inside. As J closed the door, Charles peeked out the window. The crowd had dispersed. He wondered what everyone was saying.

No furniture other than a TV stand and the kitchen counters. All hard wood floors and mats of varying thickness and plush.

J closed the door and stalked up to him, sliding his head against his arm all the way down his neck and shoulder, then stepped into the room.

“[W]e don't get [m]any hu[m]ans around here, [b]ut sit anywhere you like. I'd offer you coffee or tea, but we can't drink that stuff. [b]est I can do is vegetable juice. T keeps so[m]e around. Eating plants has a si[m]ilar effect on us alcohol does on you."

Charles was sweating, for some reason. “That'll be fine."

The dinosaur stepped into the kitchen, which wasn't separated from the living room in any way. Including his tail, J filled the whole thing from end to end. He reached into the refrigerator.

“I can s[m]ell your anxiety, Charles. I despise your culture's tendency to have undercurrent. Things unsaid. It's not just here. It's every hu[m]an culture. This is just one of the [w]orst. So let's get some things out in the o[p]en. I know why you're here." He pulled out a large can of _V8_. “I'm curious if you do."

J reached above into a cabinet they obviously never opened and took out a single glass. He filled it halfway and then crossed the living room. Charles was still standing. He didn't know what he should do.

“I had to come," he said, taking the glass. “I've been watching movies. I'm seeing dinosaurs everywhere now. It's still sinking in. It's all real."

“I'[m] glad you can see us now. The [m]ovie has opened a lot of eyes. [M]aybe in a few decades we'll be allowed to talk on ca[m]era and [p]eo[p]le will re[m]e[m]ber us as dinosaurs instead of hu[m]an."

Charles smiled as he took a seat on the closest mat. “I found a copy of Clue. I can see her now. I had no idea. I remember the cook as a human woman."

J sat down on a much more plush pad, facing him. “Go [b]ack even further. You'll see us everywhere. T's [m]other lived in California. Isha was her na[m]e, [b]efore we started using single letters to hel[p] hu[m]ans talk to us. She had [m]ovie and TV roles [b]efore dinosaurs were allowed to [pl]ay any hu[m]an characters. Everyone thought we were [m]odels and stop [m]otion and rear [p]rojection. There's a reason [m]onster [m]ovies were all the rage in the 1930s and 40s. Hollywood [p]roducers realized dinosaurs [w]ere real, so they cast us to [pl]ay [m]onsters. Except the wolfman and dracula. Those were [m]onsters [m]ade for hu[m]ans. Took roles away fro[m] us."

“So why aren't you living there? What you doing in Ohio?"

J had roosted like a chicken. It was hard not to see it. “Not enough jo[b]s to live there. [W]e [m]igrate to Hollywood and back a cou[p]le times a year. We get seasonal work to hold us over. The royalties from Jurassic [P]ark [m]ade so[m]e things easier, but it hasn't led to [p]eo[p]le [b]reaking down our door [b]egging us to be in their movies. We're still dinosaurs."

_Sip_. “Sorry. Migrate?"

“Instinct. We feel the urge to travel, so we gather in [p]acks and run [w]est for a [w]eek or so. It's the only ti[m]e we can satisfy hunting desires. [M]ost states forbid it, [b]ut in the mountains of Colorado, no[b]ody sees us."

“You run?"

“We are [b]uilt for it. No[b]ody [m]akes cars for us, and we aren't allowed to ride the [b]us."

“Why's that?"

“Federal law segregates us. State laws are so[m]eti[m]es [m]ore strict. Oh yes, govern[m]ent officials know a[b]out us. We [m]ust live in our district. We need per[m]its to [w]ork or travel outside of it. If not for the laws, we'd [b]e living six or seven people to an a[p]art[m]ent, but we are required to live a[p]art exce[p]t for [m]arried cou[p]les. [M]ated [p]airs [m]ust register with the state, we [m]ust stay together for a [m]ini[mum] of three years, and we [m]ust register whenever we change partners. An inspector co[m]es around every [m]onth or two to ensure we co[m]ply with ha[b]itation regulations, and then there's the se[m]i-annual egg co[mp]liance."

Charles just now blinked. He took a drink.

J sighed. “All of it is [m]eant to kee[p] us a[p]art so we don't have too [m]any children. There's only a[b]out a [m]illion of us worldwide, [b]etween all of the s[p]ecies. La[wm]akers are terrified we'll rise up. I'[m] sure if we hadn't co[mp]lied, we'd have [b]een [w]iped out centuries ago, and nobody would have known. So T has to take [p]ills that [p]revent eggs. If anyone [w]ants to have a clutch, there are for[m]s to fill out. A[pp]roval can take years. T [m]ust have an ultrasound twice a year to [p]rove she is not illegally [p]regnant. If she is found with a clutch, even a false one—that does ha[pp]en. So[m]eti[m]es the [b]ody [m]akes eggs any[w]ay even if there's nothing inside the[m]—ins[p]ectors are required to [b]e there for the laying and then crush the eggs."

“Oh my God."

J growled lightly. “The [p]ills don't [p]revent her heat though. T's is just [b]eginning. It [b]uilds up for a cou[p]le [w]eeks until estrus. Several in the neighborhood are entering heat, so we'll be gathering for s[p]arring soon." He rose, scooted closer, and then lay back down, now leaning forward, his muzzle less than arm's reach from the human's. “You found her heat outside, and it's [w]eak now. It will only get stronger. She'll be taking time off work soon. Most humans can't stand to [b]e near that smell. It _will_ get better." He sniffed. “You're getting hard."

Charles blushed and looked away.

J tilted his head. “You don't even realize what you're doing. Very unusual for a hu[m]an. I'm curious what you'll do later."

Charles had finished his juice. He set the glass on the floor, against the wall.

“I still don't know why I did that at the club. I can't believe I punched you. I'm sorry."

“Stop a[p]ologizing. We gather for s[p]arring to handle these urges. Ha[pp]ens to [m]ost [m]ales of the s[p]ecies. See[m]s to be ha[pp]ening to you, too."

“Is that bad?"

“I don't know, [b]ut I'm—"

The door opened, and the sugar and pine cone smell hit him. Charles rose to his feet. J rose to his at the same time. T strode inside. Green scales, black underside, red highlights under her neck.

Her neck curled when she saw two people in the room. “Charles! You found us!"

“He sniffed you out," J called, bobbing his neck. “The entire street [w]as [w]atching hi[m]."

She closed the door behind her with her tail. Charles approached her. J approached at the same time. They bumped hips on their way to her. Charles shoved J. The other male shoved back, making Charles stumble and brace himself against the wall.

Charles pushed off the wall and rammed J with his entire body. The red raptor tipped over and hit the hardwood, and the two slid across the floor. J reached around and ran his claws down the human's back, ripping his shirt. Charles rose halfway up and punched him once, twice. J kicked both legs and sent the human down the hardwood, taking several mats with him.

Charles settled against the opposite wall, J on his side against the other. He scented the air in the apartment and lifted one leg. He was out of his slit.

The human unzipped his pants. He was hard as well.

J rose to his feet but not all way upright. He reached down and rubbed the human's dick with his claws. Charles reached out and grabbed J's.

And then they both turned to T. She was still standing by the door, neck curled back in an S. “That [w]as hot, [b]ut... Are you two okay?"

The human wiped some sweat from his forehead. “I'm so sorry. I should—"

T crossed the room and crouched beside J, who was still feeling the human's dick. She licked his muzzle, and then bent down and gave Charles' tip a lick as well.

“Don't [b]e sorry," J said. “This is nor[m]al."

“For an adolescent," T finished, bumping noses with J.

Charles unfolded and collapsed on the floor. “T, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I've been watching movies to try and figure this out, but every movie I saw reminded me of you, and just the thought of someone being near your scent makes me angry. I can't stand anyone else being around when I..."

Both raptors nuzzled his cheek. J kept rubbing his dick. Charles was rubbing J's.

“You need hel[p]," J said. “This is twice now. So[m]ething weird is going on. What do you think, T?"

She licked his snout. “That was a real fight, wasn't it? That wasn't s[p]arring. Have to ad[m]it, I al[m]ost started ru[bb]ing [m]yself."

J turned to Charles. “[W]ant to [b]e [m]y rival?" He moved in closer. “If you want to [b]e alone with that scent, you'll have to deal with _[m]e_. You [w]ant to fight [m]e for [m]y [m]ate? "

Charles stared. “I don't know what's happening, but... I can't think about anything else. Help me, please."

T rose and strode to the kitchen, a slight bounce in her step. “[W]e don't lock our doors around here, so co[m]e and go whenever you [w]ant. No[b]ody owns [m]uch, and we don't own any of these [b]uildings, so so[m]eti[m]es we change a[p]art[m]ents. You'll have to find our scent [m]arks. If you [w]ant to fill [m]e with eggs, I'll [m]ake both of you work for it."

J was growling at him. Charles growled back even as they locked eyes while gripping one another's dick.

“And who's [b]een drinking my V8?!"

Charles laughed. So did J, and finally they let go of one another.

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