Hot Dino Girls 3 Ebook Preview
Story by Paul Lucas on SoFurry
Mike and Niska have a steamy, emotional encounter while watching a rocket launch.
This is NOT a complete story. This is a three-chapter PREVIEW of the recently-published fantasy erotica ebook HOT DINO GIRLS 3. If you're interested in the complete book, check it out on Amazon and Smashwords!
_ Amazon Kindle : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M30R8JK_
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When I first started doing ebooks back in 2012 or so, I used to put previews up here and other sites, but I stopped as I got overwhelmed with work and then just kind of forgot about it. But if this gets even mild interest I'll put up more as I go along.
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THE STORY: The novels take place on an alternate Earth populated by human-dinosaur hybrids. Normal human Mike Ardavan ended up becoming the handyman and herdmaster of Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn, where he shares his life and bed with three curvy, and often quite horny, dinosaur females twice his size. These include the mature and earthy owner Niska (40-year old Apatosaur hybrid,) the fun-loving cook Anaika (32-year-old Triceratops hybrid,) and the sweet and energetic Lorika (20-year-old Apatosaur hybrid.)
CHAPTER 1
The tall Apatosaur hybrid gasped excitedly as she squinted through the human-made binoculars. "I see it! I see it!"
Niska handed the instrument to the young man beside her. Mike tracked it this way and that, but eventually found the target as well: three ghostly gray spheres hanging against the deepening graphite-blue sky. "Got it. Can't make out the actual rocket, though. Just the balloons."
The pair stood on the roof of a two-hundred foot tall stone lighthouse, the home of Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn. It was early spring, with the snow freshly melted and a pleasant warm breeze blowing in from the south. The weather was just cozy enough that neither the human nor the dinosaur hybrid bothered with jackets. But as a precaution against the slowly encroaching night chill, they hovered a few feet away from the roof's stone grill, crackling away with a cheery fire.
The Apatosaur's long tail lashed behind her. "I can't believe that's an actual real-life space rocket! Are you sure we'll see it launch from here?"
"That's what the guys at the base told me. And if not we do have the radio feed from the Crossworlds Base on the laptop here." He patted the computer on a nearby table, showing a grainy low-res video of the balloons and rocket from below. "Less than two minutes now."
The human presence on the Dinosaur Hybrid Earth had become widespread enough, with several thousand people living and working at various bases around the planet, that the expense of launching a weather-monitoring satellite was considered worth the investment. The problem was, fitting all the components of a traditional ground-launched orbital rocket through the ten foot wide wormhole from the humans' Earth presented a number of prohibitive challenges.
Luckily, however, there was an alternative to ground-launch, used for decades by amateurs and academics alike to lift payloads to the edge of space and beyond: Balloon-Launched Rockets.
A traditional ground-launched rocket expended huge amounts of its fuel, as much as 25%, just getting out of the lower atmosphere. As it built up speed, ramming through the troposphere's dense air could build up tremendous resistance. But if you attached the rocket to high altitude balloons--three, in this case--and let them carry the vehicle high into the upper stratosphere, it could bypass that soupy mess of gasses. Needing less fuel, the rocket itself could be made smaller and cheaper as well. Thus it was ideal for fitting components through the interworld wormhole.
The vehicle had been ascending via balloon for over six hours and was well over 100,000 feet up. "Any moment now..." Mike announced.
Niska slipped her hand into his. Her scaly fingers trembled ever so slightly. He hadn't seen her this excited about anything outside of sex in quite a while.
"There!" she gasped. A bright white pinpoint sprung to life high overhead. The telescope no longer necessary, they watched the rocket slowly scribe itself across the cerulean ocean of sky. "That's so amazing!"
"It sure is." Mike's attention became split more and more between the rocket and his herd matron's incredible curves as she bounced excitedly in naked wonder.
Niska, as an Apatosaur-human hybrid, stood eight feet tall. As her kind had been engineered with physical labor in mind, she boasted a voluptuous but powerfully-built body. Her rounded Saurian head was highlighted by intelligent dark eyes and broad expressive lips. The scales covering Niska's form tended toward dark green, fading to a lighter jade color on her front. She wore a toga-like shift and simple sandals, the ensemble topped by a wide-brimmed human-made sun hat.
Unsurprisingly what mesmerized Mike the most was her big jiggling chest. If she had been merely human sized, she would still have been considered bountifully blessed. But in proportion to her plus-size eight foot frame, her breasts were the most epically huge he had ever laid eyes on.
Niska gently bumped him with her hips when she saw him ogling. "Pervert," she teased.
He laughed, fishing out the bottle of local apple wine they had been saving. Lorika and Anaika, the other two residents of the Inn, had traveled to the base to pick up numerous supplies, timing things so they could be there specifically for the launch. As it was still very early in the season, the Inn had a dearth of guests, so the crew of the Lighthouse enjoyed their free time while they could.
The Apatosaur and human male sipped wine and cuddled together on a wide cushioned stone bench. The pinpoint of rocket exhaust overhead slowly faded as stars began to emerge against the deepening indigo sky.
"This is an amazing night," she said, enjoying the warmth of her herdmaster's body. She nuzzled his ear with her blunt snout. "Mmm. In two months it will have been a year since you first came to the Inn."
"Oh, wait! That reminds me..." The human reached under the bench and pulled out a broad circular box. "I almost forgot about this. I was going to give it to you on our one-year anniversary, but I figured tonight would be just as good."
She took the box and unraveled its bright yellow bow. "Thanks you! But why wait until the anniversary to give a gift?"
He shrugged. "I guess that must be a human-only custom. I hope you still like it though."
The Apatosaur woman gasped as she pulled out a white wide-brimmed hat adorned with fancy navy-blue ribbons. "It's... Its beautiful!"
"I know you like hats," Mike explained. "And I saw how you gushed over Audrey Hepburn's when we watched My Fair Lady on my laptop. That one's nowhere near as fancy, but I thought it kind of looked like..."
Niska crushed him to her big pillowy bosom. "I love it!"
When she let go and Mike could breathe again, she switched out her well-worn sun hat for her new one. She tied the silky strap under her chin and turned this way and that, showing it off. "How does it look?"
"Lovely," he said. "Just like the woman wearing it."
A small blush shone through emerald cheeks. Niska bent close and rewarded her diminutive herdmaster with a very dirty kiss, lip to lip.
They happily wrestled tongues for many long minutes. The Apatosaur's hands caressed over his sides, even as his cupped her heavy breasts. She panted passionately as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the walnut-sized nipples through the shift's homespun fabric.
She rubbed at the hard bulge growing in his jeans. He pulled up at the hem of her shift, hooking the bunched fabric over her protruding mounds, then made to remove her hat.
"Leave it on," she urged. "It makes me feels extra sexy."
Mike nodded, leaning in to suckle on a big rubbery nipple. Niska groaned at the feel of his hot mouth, arching her back to feed him more of her supple flesh. The male grunted in pleasure as Niska's hand gently stirred his erection through his pants. "Looks like we have another rocket right here," she teased.
"And getting ready for launch," Mike smirked.
The Apatosaur giggled as she stood to wiggle her shift off her shoulders and down her ample body, leaving her nude except for sandals and hat. Mike hurriedly slipped out of his own clothes, his cock bobbing up stiffly between his legs.
A soft coo escaped Niska's lips as felt over the young man's solid chest and rounded shoulders. The past year of working as the Inn's handyman, as well as keeping up with the sexual demands of three Saurian women twice his size, had put a new layer of sturdy muscle on her herdmaster's formerly slim frame.
With a gentle push she urged him to lie back on the padded stone bench. Built with broad Saurian proportions in mind, Niska could easily kneel up on it and still comfortably straddle her mate's lap.
"I want to dance for you," she whispered in a smoky voice. She pushed his pulsating rod to his stomach, then gingerly lined her slit up with its underside. She slowly undulated back and forth, dragging her soft vulva back and forth over his cock but not inserting it just yet. Hot lubrication dribbled freely over him.
Mike groaned in pleasure, acutely aware of the heat and slickness of her pussy and increasingly desperate for more. His hands lovingly caressed over her thick thighs, then fondled her dangling tits.
Niska shivered herself as her clit slithered wetly up and down over the male's throbbing pole, feeling his hips begin to buck involuntarily. Mike might have been two feet shorter and one hundred fifty pounds lighter, but in Niska's eyes he always looked and felt so incredibly virile to her.
With well-oiled ease, she swiveled her hips up then down again, expertly spearing her tight pink quiver onto his steely prick as it sprang upward. Niska gasped at the tight penetration and Mike moaned in pleasure.
The Saurian gently ground herself on her herdmaster. He mashed his hips up against her, yearning to have every last millimeters of his cock buried as deep in her as possible.
Over the laptop feed from the Crossworld Base, music began playing to celebrate the rocket's official orbital insertion. Niska and Mike both snickered, as their own insertion happened at almost the same time.
Niska began undulating her hips up and down. Her three-fingered hands slid over the epic sweep of her titanic figure as she literally 'danced' for Mike as best she could while he was cock-deep in her.
Mike marveled at the incredibly sensual visage of Niska vellicating rhythmically over him in the warm spring night, framed by starlight and the slowly rising moon. "You're amazing," he told her, and meant it.
"Oh, Mike," she whispered in a wave of warm emotion. She lifted herself until his throbbing penis was almost out of her, then sank all the way back down. She repeated the motion over and over again, relishing his incredibly sexy writhing and gasping under her.
The herd matron closed her eyes, loving Mike's ramrod hitting all the right spots deep within her. A few more gentle thumps of her clitoral button on his pubic mound and her rapture quickly spiraled out of control. She came, her plump body shivering hard as her inner folds spasmed powerfully over Mike's overheated tool.
Mike had been trying to hold back his own escalating ecstasy for Niska's sake, but seeing and feeling his herd matron orgasm instantly sent him over the edge as well. He flexed his hips up and blasted many heavy loads of sticky human cum deep into her Saurian cunt.
They shuddered through their orgasmic aftershocks for many heartbeats. Niska leaned down, resting much of her weight on her elbows while near-smothering Mike with her thick bosom. The male loved it, kissing affectionately at her soft scales while he growled softly in pure satisfaction.
Niska suddenly blurted out, "Mike, I... I want a baby."
CHAPTER 2
In the late 1970s, the United States tested an esoteric theory about the creation of kugelblitzes. A kugelblitz is a black hole created solely by concentrating vast amounts of energy into a single tiny pinpoint. Using carefully customized and synchronized atomic weapons in an underground test, the scientists sought to create a short-lived black hole that would, in theory, evaporate away within milliseconds.
Instead, in the crater of ground zero in the smoking aftermath, floated a strange mirrored globe ten feet wide.
It took the scientists many days of panic, tests, arguing, scanning, and recalibrating sixty years' worth of quantum theory to realize that they had accidentally created a stable wormhole. One that led, they soon learned, to a parallel Earth in another dimension.
Later that year, the experiment was repeated, with similar results. Another wormhole, and another alternate world opened up to humanity. Then another and another, as the United States, and later its allies and its rivals, refined the techniques for accessing these other realities.
The near-identical copies of modern day Earth as imagined in science fiction never materialized, however. These new worlds, while still recognizably Earth, had radically different histories from the one humanity experienced, some diverging thousands or even millions of years ago.
One boasted a completely new orders of life such as shapeshifters and dragons. One never developed multicellular life and featured barren continents surrounded by thick, goopy oceans. Yet another was a glacier-choked wilderness, the victim of an ice age that never ended.
By the turn of the millennium, the existence of these parallel worlds was finally declassified to the public at large. The leading nations had by then learned to create wormhole portals with particle accelerators instead of messy nuclear weapons, and many countries leased the technology to create portals of their own.
One of the earliest alternate Earths discovered did have humans living on it... once. In this reality's version of history, an ancient civilization called the Makers of Form had discovered the principles of genetic engineering and biotechnology thousands of years earlier than modern Earth. They had also discovered the many extinct life forms such as dinosaurs and megafauna, and had recreated them over large swathes of both the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. The Makers had even created several sub-races of human-dinosaur hybrids that had survived their apocalyptic Plague War a thousand years before. The Makers of Form themselves had not been so lucky.
This Earth of genetically-engineered Saurian people was considered one of the most potentially profitable and several portals were opened up to it. Some of the Saurians, also profit-minded, created businesses to take advantage of the influx of these strange new humans.
One of these was Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn.
CHAPTER 3
"Wait," Mike said, voice muffled by Niska's big boobs. "A baby?"
Niska pulled off him and awkwardly reached for her shift. "Ah, haha, never mind. Just sex talk. Its nothing..."
He sat up, laying his hand on hers. "You're trembling. That wasn't nothing."
She chewed her lip for long moments before replying. "I have been thinking about it for a while now."
"Tell me."
"Its just that things have been going so well for us. The Inn's had this big turnaround and became somewhat profitable long before I expected it to. Our small herd gets along really well. And just now, seeing that rocket and knowing all the incredible events unfolding on our world... Its just, I don't know. I'm old, and won't see much of it of all this great new stuff..."
He gently elbowed her. "You're not that old."
Her smile was strained. "You're sweet. But forty feels old to me. It means I have to start seriously thinking about menopause. If I'm ever going to have another child, it will have to be soon."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I'm not really sure how you would feel about it."
Mike rubbed at his thighs idly as he brooded. "I... don't know, actually. I've never given fatherhood a lot of thought. I've always been so busy first with college and then with everything at the Villa here I've mostly been dealing with things day by day. I'm not sure I'd be really ready for something as huge as kids."
Niska tched. "But you'd make a great father!"
Mike looked very dubious, but didn't say anything.
She continued. "The other reason is because the, ah, mechanics of it could get complicated for us. The Makers of Form might have made servitors like me mostly human, but you and I are still separate species. I want to have your children more than anything, but that's impossible. So the only way I can get pregnant..."
His eyes widened. "...Is through a male of your own kind. Another Apatosaur."
"I didn't know how you would take that. You're my partner and I don't want anything to change that. But I can't help the way I feel. I know I already have my son Ylan, but he's fully grown and I don't see him nearly as much as I want. And lately you can't believe how much I've been missing holding a baby in my arms, hearing him coo, with his amazing baby smell..."
Her eyes focused on something far away and long ago. Ylan as an infant, no doubt, or the other children she was caretaker to as one of her old herd's Nanas.
"O-okay" Mike said hesitantly. "Maybe we can find a way to make it happen."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Hell no. Even just talking about this is making me nervous."
"Mike, if you don't want to..."
The human leaned back, running his fingers worriedly through his hair. "That's just it, Niska. I don't know what I want here. I mean, I love being here with you and working at the Inn and being herdmaster, but I'm also holding my breath waiting to screw it up like I have most other things in life. Now you want to change everything completely on me?"
"So let's not then. Its okay."
He looked in her broad intelligent eyes, shoulder slumping. "No, its not. I can tell you really want this, and I want you to be happy more than anything else. Let's at least look into it while I think things over, okay? But I do need some time."
"Okay." She hugged him tight. "You'll see, Mike. We'll work this out."
The human nodded and hugged her back, doing his best not to let her see his deepening frown.
END OF PREVIEW
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