No CGI (male) 5
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
{The best way to spend a day off with your dinosaur boyfriend.}
No CGI (male) 5
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{The best way to spend a day off with your dinosaur boyfriend.}
E left for work a while ago. You and R helped him clean up so he would be presentable. R was thrilled to hear you had today off and had no plans, so you told him what X told you. He just put the tape in and plopped down on a mat. You sat with him, using his stomach as a backrest.
You know from the first frame of the video that you are watching an amateur film.
It opens with a T-rex and a raptor. They are in an office setting, obviously they could not film this in an actual office building, so someplace had been painted to resemble an office, but they did have some chairs and desks and cubicles.
The camera focuses on the raptor, typing away at a computer while talking on the phone.
It cuts to the T-rex doing much of the same thing. The dialogue is... adequate, as is the acting, but you had no other expectations.
What strikes you most is what happens next, when the raptor gets up for no apparent reason and walks through the office. Several humans are seated at the cubicles, and a few dinosaurs are wearing masks and shot in a way to hide their true species. All of it simulates a large crowd.
The raptor walks down the single aisle. The camera angle has an impressive view of a wide range of cubicles, all staffed with people on the phone and typing away.
Cut to the T-rex, who gets up from his cubicle. In the hall, he rips his clothing off, which did not fit him anyway. He sees the raptor. The smaller dinosaur rips his clothes off, and the raptor gives chase.
The scene changes to outdoors, both of them running through the trees.
The raptor tackles the T-rex. Teeth and claws collide. Blood splatters everywhere.
Now the sex begins. Despite both of them being covered in blood, the raptor fucks the T-rex passionately. Even you can tell this is a tender moment. The camera work and editing are quite impressive here, as not only are there closeup shots of a raptor's dick sliding in and out of a T-rex's ass, but fading in and out are them licking muzzles and feeling one another up and down.
You can't help but notice R's dick is in your lap, so you stroke it while you watch.
And then the raptor clamps his muzzle around the T-rex's neck.
Blood.
Lots and lots of it.
So much blood you wonder if this is a Hammer Films production.
The camera keeps cutting from the raptor's erect dick thrusting the T-rex's ass and the flowing blood from the neck.
The T-rex lies limp. The raptor keeps fucking him.
Credits roll.
You sit there feeling rather uncertain as you stroke the dinosaur's dick.
R pokes you with a finger. “Well?"
You blink a few times. “That was... Weird. I didn't expect him to die."
“He's not dead. He lives two streets over. The ra[p]tor lives just u[p] the road."
“So...?"
“It tickles so[m]e urges we have. I feel the[m], too. This sense that this is not how we're su[pp]osed to [b]e. That if we didn't have hu[m]ans forcing us to [b]uy [m]eat fro[m] the store, we'd [b]e out there killing it ourselves. No office. No bosses. Just sex and death. Who needs anything else to [b]e ha[pp]y?"
“Damn," you say as you continue to stroke his length up and down.
“Other than that, what'd you think?"
“The office setup was very convincing."
R growls. “X has a studio. I re[m]e[mb]er he [b]orrowed cu[b]icle walls from so[m]eone's work to [m]ake that. There's only six of the[m], but the way he did it—"
“It looks like a whole building."
“He does a good jo[b] [w]orking [w]ith what he has. Wanna watch another?"
“Hell yes. Any suggestions?"
R stretches out. His muscles are obscene even while relaxed. “I have nothing [b]ut gay [m]ale ta[p]es. They're all good."
“Any you're in?"
R curls up and snorts a few times. “I've done a few. You want to see those?"
“Of course!"
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A public space. At first you are not sure what it's supposed to be. It's obviously an interior, and it seems to be a grocery store, but it could also be a K-mart.
Humans are everywhere, and this surprises you. Only three dinosaurs in sight. Everyone is shopping until someone screeches at the ceiling.
The three dinosaurs rush into the crowd and begin tearing clothes off people but otherwise not doing anything else to them. The humans run away, fake blood all over their bodies.
One human stands out. Even after having his clothes ripped off, he seems to welcome the raptors, who are circling him.
The 3 raptors are fully erect and dripping everywhere. The camera focuses on the dripping slits, cutting and fading from one to the other. The human is also hard.
The raptors begin fighting over this human. The camera work seems to suggest everyone would be a victim if not for this man, who is offering himself in exchange for leaving the others alone. Camera cuts to the other humans cowering in a corner, fake blood covering their naked bodies.
The raptors fight. The fake blood flows. You finally recognize R as one of the fighters. His scales have been painted to hide his identity, but his bulging proportions are obvious after a few action shots.
R humps your lap, and you rub him faster.
You can't tell the raptors apart, but it hardly matters, as one emerges victorious and claims the human as his prize. It's not R's character. The least-bulky dinosaur emerges victorious.
The sex is passionate and violent.
The raptor snaps the human's neck as he blows his load inside the human. At the same time, the other humans in the building escape. The other raptors settle, roosting like chickens, seemingly content to watch. They rub themselves and climax as the human bleeds his last.
Credits roll. Only about eleven lines of them.
R noses you. “Dinosaurs have urges. So[m]e of us need ta[p]es like these."
“What the hell."
R erupts all over your hand, soaking the mat. He doesn't seem to care where it goes.
“In other countries, what we're doing right now is illegal. Dinosaurs have [p]eo[p]le [w]atching the[m], [m]aking sure they don't s[p]ar or [m]ix with hu[m]ans or [m]ate without [p]er[m]ission. This is one of the [b]etter countries to be in. X [m]akes videos like these to hel[p] the ones who are stuck in countries like that."
“Those were hot... but really, really dark."
R nuzzles you. “You ready for another?"
“I watched _The Holy Mountain_. I can handle this."
R holds you down, licks your balls, and then lets you up to pick another tape. You insert it and then take a seat. R is not hard anymore, and you don't mind being covered in dinosaur semen.
“You and E seem pretty close."
R stretches out, keeping a hand on your leg, claws scraping your skin. “We're [b]rothers."
“What?!"
“Oh yes. Sa[m]e [m]other and father."
“You're orange. He's green."
“Our mother was orange. Father was green. We've been close since we were little. Then we [m]et X, and the three of us have [b]een together off and on for years. [W]e [l]ove [m]ale scent. Fe[m]ale heat never did anything for us. That's how we found each other. Co[mm]unity lessons on how to conduct ourselves around heat scent never a[pp]ealed to us. So [m]any other [m]ales fought each other just [b]eing in the sa[m]e room as a fe[m]ale in heat, and [p]arents hel[p]ed the[m] learn to control those urges. We liked each other's scents [m]ore. [P]enis was so [m]uch [m]ore interesting. No one helped us handle _that_ urge. We hel[p]ed each other. So[m]eti[m]es we live together for a while, then agents tell us we [m]ust se[p]arate. They refuse to register [m]ales as a [m]arried couple. Three in a grou[p]? No check[b]ox for that either."
This movie starts off in the forest. You don't recognize the species, but already the camera is showing dicks dangling from leaky slits. You are ready for a fun ride.
R fondles your balls. “You saw Holy [M]ountain?"
“Yup."
“In a theater?"
“Oh yeah."
R curls into you, pulling you down. You lie against his belly, rear vulnerable to his slit. He just finished, but you feel his dick poking you.
“[M]uch res[p]ect, ___. I [w]alked out after t[w]enty [m]inutes."
You reach up and stroke his muzzle. “I'm weird. I think I like making myself suffer."
“That why you work in a [p]rison?"
“Fuck you."
He wraps around and takes your dick into his muzzle. He speaks with your dick in his mouth. “You taste so good."
He slips into you while he licks your ear and feels your stomach.
The video becomes violent right away. The dinosaur tongue on your dick keeps you hard. After a while you have to admit that watching two or more males battling for dominance with their dicks out and trailing lube everywhere is kinda hot. The blood may be obviously fake, but it gets you going, too.
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