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“Pursue a degree in biotech, they said!” Donna huffed, grabbing a handfuls of dirty clothes and throwing them into the washing machine, one that was already full with pretty much every other item of clothing she owned aside from the single pair of pyjama pants she was wearing at that very moment. “Get a specialization in genetic engineering, they said!” The young woman threw a cup with detergent into the bin and slammed the door shut. Had there been anyone else they might have reprimanded her for her force or for the fact that aside from the aforementioned pair of pants she was wearing practically nothing, her upper body completely naked, partially illuminated by the couple of lights in the laundry room. “Apply for internships all over the world! Some might even take you in, they said!” She almost punched the start button a moment later, her entire body shivering in anger. The machine whirred to life and began doing its job, water rushing inside the basket, the engine slowly rotating and picking up speed while she quietly sat on the floor and leaned on a wall, head in between her knees. “Sure, because that turned out well…”

Donna was tempted to punch the wall but she hesitated when she saw that her arms were already full of bandages, cuts and minor bruises that once again made her sigh, groan and shout in anger at the sky beyond the grey ceiling of the laundry room. And once again no one answered her pleas or even heard them, mostly because the young woman had made sure that she wasn’t going to be heard or seen. The watch on her wrist told her that it was well past two a.m. too late for anyone to come and wash clothes and too early for anyone else to be awake to take a walk, not that someone would come and wander in that section of the lab for any reason. The half-naked intern shivered, her single item of clothing doing little to hide her skin or even keep her warm despite the lab itself being located in a warm region of the globe, her nipples a little stiff. She heard the clothes tumble and get submerged in water, the only things she could put on after a long series of almost comical events going on for far too long that had led her to be left with only what she had on currently.

At first it was just a malfunctioning water sprinkler, then a mistake by a colleague in the lab, then someone falling and dropping a tray of food in her lap, everything seemed just so coincidental that she couldn’t imagine someone going to such lengths to harass an intern and yet, it felt orchestrated. She ended up going through every last change of clothes within a week of arriving, no time to clean them since the shifts for new hires were harsh and demanding and it had just kept going. It had been a while since that first week, now she had been working there for a few months but it felt like those seven days never ended and just repeated endlessly like a loop, day after day. After the human incidents, the animals she cared for started to make her life different as well, as if to try and top her already hard life. The facility, the lab, the entire chunk of the peninsula she was in, was a massive complex that worked on what the public defined as genetic engineering and the betterment of mankind through the manipulation of the blocks of life, but Donna had come to realize that it most likely was but the front to something even more shady, propped up in order to make the rich richer and make them live longer through less-than-legal means and genetic serums.

Someone at some point, years before she had come, had discovered a way to harvest microscopic traces of DNA from million-year-old bones of dinosaurs and other creatures that nature had gone through the trouble of killing off, clone them and use the newfound genes to make new medicine and cures for the same rich people that funded the entire lab. As a lowly intern, Donna had to work close to such beasts, things from a bygone era, hulking monstrosities covered in thick hide and with sharp claws, and not in ways her degree had promised her: whereas she had come out as top of her class in genetic and biostructural engineering, the higher ups had judged her to be a better suited as a stable hand, working among the beasts to clean them, scoop their waste and take blood samples. She had been told it was just a momentary thing until she learned of the ways of the place, but it didn’t seem like it, not after a few more weeks and a few more ‘incidents’. When a small raptor herd had torn her last clean outfit and made her go to her quarters with tattered pants, she had almost slumped on her bed crying, but she pulled through, somehow.

Donna patiently waited and followed the orders she received, cleaning the animals, cleaning their pens, taking samples, herding them around their enclosures and so on for weeks on end until she realized that, after half a year, she was still where she had started: tired, frustrated, still and intern and with every change of clothes ruined or dirty. For the millionth time since her arrival, Donna sat on her bed in her small room, probably the best place in the entire lab for her, waiting for everyone to go to bed before sneaking out with a laundry basket in her arms. There she was, hoping that the next day would be better but afraid it’d be just like any other. The young woman now sat on the floor of the laundry room for a long while until she heard steps in the hallway and her heart jumped for fear of being seen by someone she knew while almost completely naked. Donna hurried to hide behind a pillar to the side of the door, holding her breath, her chest heaving up and down ever so slightly along with her breasts as she tried to stay still. Bit by bit the steps got closer and closer, heavier and heavier until she started to question just who was so big to make such sounds in the hall, then she heard a low, deep, feral growl that definitely didn’t belong to any human on the planet. Her body moved all on its own while her mind raced to find a reason why she’d hear something like that in the middle of the night and in that area of the lab. The first and most obvious was that something had gone horribly wrong somewhere else and that she was about to die, the second was, to her confused mind, the most rational conclusion and one she had to take several seconds to come to: a prank. Of course it had to be a prank, there were dozens of gates and hundreds of fail safes to keep the animals in their cages on the other side of the lab, there were guards and god knows how many people in between her and the stables. A prank was obviously the answer and yet, she kept her back close to the wall, hidden behind a pillar opposite the door. She calmed her breath by force, biting her tongue to wake herself up and prepared to scold whoever had the idea to make such a prank and her heartbeat returned to normal just in time as a muzzle peeked from the door, a muzzle that definitely wasn’t one of the many dogs that some of her colleagues had in their apartments.

The muzzle became a head and the head was followed by a long slender neck and then stopped, the image of the raptor reflected into one of the windows of the many washing machines, letting the woman know that it was no prank. The raptor sniffed the air, letting out a dissatisfied screech moments later, the strong scent of detergents making its nostrils burn while the sound of the washing machine eclipsed her increasingly laboured breathing. A second muzzle and then a third came soon, the skittering of claws on hard concrete flooring multiplying till she couldn’t count just how many of the damned things there were. She sat still as she could be, hoping for them to leave or prepared to rush if one entered or found her, however, whatever had stopped the sirens and the alarms from letting her know that the raptors were out suddenly disappeared and the screech of warning blared into her ears. The dinosaurs screamed back, scared and angered at the same time, scattering and regrouping somewhere outside the laundry room.

Donna didn’t wait one second and, just as naked as she had come in, her clothes still spinning in the basket, left the area. Rushing through the corridors she heard the commotion: dozens of people waking up to the sirens, scared, confused and probably half asleep, some screaming as they understood what was going on or saw the raptors outside their doors. Her bare feet barely made a sound among the chaos and her breasts jiggled ever so slightly with every other step but that was the last of her concerns even when her path merged with the ones of a few of her colleagues who were fleeing from the living quarters. She contemplated whether to go out and follow the escape route as the guidelines reminded her, but she knew that if the raptors had come so far, who knew what else was bound to go wrong or fail? Her ears picked up more screams and her eyes saw that more than just the raptors was out of the cages and, instantly after getting inside her room, slammed the door shut and locked it.

After that time seemed to lose meaning for a while: Donna sat on the floor or on the bed, the door jammed by a chair, waiting for the noises to stop and for the chance to get out. She had heard the noise of helicopters at some point and the protests of whoever was left behind from far away, catching glimpses of something leaving the bay where the boats that delivered the food and the chemical agents for the cloning and gene splicing processes every month. As the hours slowly faded into a day and then two and the snacks she had in her drawer to munch on while watching what little in the way of movies she had in her laptop, Donna started to blame herself for staying in her room instead of attempting to flee from the island like the others. However, another part of her was saying that it would’ve been useless: without helicopters and without the certainty of another escape method, there was little to no chance of surviving the night, especially naked and with chaos taking over. She rationalized her decision until hunger became so strong she couldn’t take it anymore and left the safety of her bedroom for the first time in days.

Still as naked as the moment she had left, Donna quietly made her way through the ruined halls, her hands touching the walls to guide herself in the darkness of the night, feeling the marks of claws from dozens of small reptiles slide under her fingertips. She took off her shoes, hoping that it would help he sneak around more easily. The sounds of snoring and chirping made her heart jump and stop, telling her that some of the escaped dinosaurs had taken the place as a nest to sleep, and to her relief the smell of blood was nowhere to be felt. Even outside, other than the destruction of cars, doors, windows and pretty much a lot of the furniture and equipment, nothing in the way of gore or corpses could be seen. It was as if everyone had managed to leave, everyone other than her. The moment of hesitation, of fear that she had been left behind because of her stupidity, made her freeze, her body hair standing on end, and then the intern resumed her slow but careful journey to the mess hall. She had made the right call when the situation wasn’t good and had survived up until now by sheer will, she wasn’t wrong even if she had been left behind. Having no shoes proved to be both an advantage and a disadvantage in the sense that her steps were as soft as they could be, but the danger of shards of glass or metal accidentally wounding her was high.

Inside the mess hall she found traces of dinosaurs coming and raiding the place, plates chewed through, trays scattered around, but the kitchen was still closed, judging by the intact locks. She vaulted over the counter where the register was and then pried open one of the doors, slowly and gently, eventually managing to get inside the walk-in freezer. Somehow the generators had kept running long enough to keep the food fresh, hundreds of kilos of meat, vegetables and ingredients laying in neat little stacks, waiting to be heated and eaten.

“That’s good but… I need to cook all this stuff somehow…” Donna scratched her head, looking around for something like a portable camping stove, using the grills or anything in the kitchen itself would be a bad, bad idea since it would attract unwanted attention. “Maybe I’ll just let it warm up and eat some of it raw.” As she grabbed vegetables she could consume without any cooking, her ears picked up sounds coming near her. “Oh f…” Before her mouth could complete the sentence, she rushed to the doors, running as quickly as she could but not in time to avoid something from blocking them. A claw stood between her and safety, scratching the inside of the metallic door, a nasty muzzle letting out hisses and screeches towards her. “Goddamn raptors!” Maybe she had not been as sneaky as she thought, maybe it wasn’t the same pack that she had seen in the living quarters, maybe she was just that unlucky, but it mattered very little. “Fuck off!” Donna pushed back, her feet sliding a little on the cold tiles of the floor, pushing back against a couple of beasts that were trying to get in. “I said... FUCK OFF!!”

As if understanding what she said, the three raptors trying to get in suddenly stopped pushing and fell silent, looking around the kitchen and, just as suddenly screeched and darted away, all but the one that had its arm pinned in between the door and the wall. It scratched even more, although for another reason now, making Donna take a deep breath before opening the door ever so slightly to let it free. She knew it was a dangerous gamble and it paid off: the raptor hissed at her and then simply ran away, jumping over the counter with even more ease than her. The young intern sighed in relief, her sweat running in fat beads over her skin, adding to the grime of several days spent without a shower. If she had a shirt on, it’d be sticking to her skin like she had just won a wet-shirt contest on a beach. She grabbed a box and stuffed it with some vegetables and ran out, breathing heavily, clutching the veggies like gold, her mind trying to figure out why the raptors had left so quickly. She didn’t have too much insight on the workings of the little beasts, what little she had of hands-on experience had been spent with the big beasts, the Rexes and the other massive monsters, but if she had to guess as to what had happened: they had heard something that scared the living hell out of them. And that something was staring down at her the moment she stepped out of the mess hall.

Someone had once told her that the T-Rex that were being cloned and grown in the lab were magnificent beings, something to behold and admire from afar like gems, with their vibrant colours and the imposing build, but Donna had never been much of the same opinion and not just because she had to tend to them and clean their pens on a weekly basis. That mild dislike for those gigantic monsters had now blossomed into fear as one of them was towering over her, fifteen feet of pure apex predator, the crest on its head and neck making the beast look even bigger and scarier than it had the right to be. The Rex lowered its muzzle as it followed a scent trail that didn’t belong to any dinosaur until that massive head bumped into the woman standing as still as she could. The Rex kept huffing her scent for seconds that felt like hours to Donna, the two nostrils flaring over and over, bigger than her head. After maybe half a minute the beast pulled back and stared at her as if thinking, its eyes locked onto her.

The young intern was frozen, unable to move in the least even as her body betrayed her and her bladder failed, staining her thighs. The Rex noticed the smell and lowered its head again, a tongue broad enough to wrap around her slipping out of a mouth big enough to hold her suddenly dragged over her nethers, lapping the warm fluids escaping from her. Donna wasn’t sure what to think or what to do and simply let the beast lick her soaked panties, waiting for it to stop only to feel that tongue move upwards, slathering her upper body with sticky saliva until she was completely covered, or at least her front was. The Rex huffed, warm breath washing over her, making even more of a mess out of her red hair and then stood there, tail wagging gently as it rubbed it’s snout against her.

“Good…. Rex?” Donna stood there still, confused, glad, embarrassed and curious all at the same time. What had happened? Why did the Rex suddenly start being… affectionate? Was it not hungry? “Good… girl?” In the flurry of emotions and thoughts, her mind pushed up the notion that all the dinosaurs were specifically made to be all females, a way to obtain more eggs that would be fertilized by harvesting bone marrow much like a new method of insemination used on humans. The Rex seemed to react to that last word and wagged its tail a little harder, rubbing its muzzle against Donna’s flank again. “Good girl…” Her shaky hand touched the massive scaled head and caressed it, hoping it’d help a little. “Wait… I know you… I remember that crest…” Donna kept stroking the beast as the initial fear faded and her adrenalin-fuelled rush forced her to focus on where she had seen that particular dinosaur before. “Gloria?” A name escaped her lips and the Rex snapped her head towards her, huffing as if to acknowledge her conclusion: Gloria the T-Rex had been one of few Rexes of her generation, named by one of the many researchers that had monitored her gestation pod, had been very popular among the staff due to her peculiar crest and her uncommon colour palette. Dark bands on her thick legs matched perfectly with the yellow of the crest and the off-white of the rest of her hide, a mistake in the gene splicing that had made her a little star and one that Donna had cared for personally under the orders of the head researchers. “Good to see you too.” The intern smiled, remembering how that beast that now towered over her was once a small hatchling barely reaching up to her neck once out of the pod. “You’ve grown quite a lot in just a few months…” Maybe too much in fact: no dinosaur should have grown that fast, unless someone had put growth hormones in her kibble or the same splicing mistake had somehow caused her to develop at speeds unfit for anything on the planet. The Rex grumbled, pushing back against the human’s hand. “You remember me too, huh? Such a clever girl you are.” As fear dissipated and familiarity took place, Donna dropped the box with her food and started rubbing with more energy, coaxing the titan into huffing happily and letting out a little tongue that immediately started slathering once again. “Hey stop! I’m already dirty like this, I don’t need you to make me even stickier!” Dona chuckled, fighting weakly against the dino. Part of her was still scared, this was a massive beast that ate cows like one would eat steak, but another part told her that this was her ticket to safety if she played her cards right. The Rex was huge, big enough to deter the smaller dinosaur and friendly to her, so, if she didn’t make any mistake, she could ride the T-Rex bus until someone came back to check on the lab. The food in the fridge was plenty and the peninsula was huge. “Such a good rex you are…”

Her praises were getting to the beast quite a bit, probably because most of the scientists working around her were quite detached or didn’t care enough beyond giving names, while she had been close and had the chance to see for herself that all of those animals were much like their mammal counterparts in some way. Gloria wagged and circled around the human, forcing Donna to avoid the dangerous claws or being squished, eventually ending up in the safest spot right in between the Rex’s legs. However in the process of dodging another attempt against her life, playful as it might have been, the woman felt her head hit something big and soft, something very, very big and very, very soft in fact.

“What the…” She had to pull back and the moment she managed to do that, she blushed, realizing that a couple instants before, her face had been wedged right in between the rex’s… balls. “What…” Her blush vanished, replaced with curiosity as over her head, a massive sheath oozed clear and musky fluids on her hair. “You’re not supposed to have this.” Donna frowned and reached for the wobbly tube of flesh, her hands grabbing wrinkly folds that were slick with some kind of fluid or lubricant, immediately smearing more than enough on her hands. A quick sniff made her scrunch her nose: it was very dense, strong smelling and undoubtedly, undeniably male. It reminded the woman of a man that hadn’t washed their junk in a week, reeking of sweat and the aftertaste of a few loads not cleaned properly. “You’re a girl and yet… you’ve got a dick… and nuts too…” She left the Rex’s sheath behind, now reaching for the gigantic sack hiding behind it, fat and low. “And what a pair you have.” Her words carried a mix of embarrassment for touching such a massive sack, coupled with some shame for admitting that the animal on top of her owned those tools and a bit of curiosity as well. The twin orbs were outright huge, maybe too big for her own good, each around four feet wide, soaked in sweat and the same heavy, dense, virile musk that the sheath had, maybe even more. “Big and heavy… I wonder what mistake in the splicing process caused this mutation to happen… Is this why they took you away and didn’t allow me to see you grow?” Her musings were interrupted by a loud rumble followed by a just as loud squelch. Immediately the strong stench of male musk flooded her nostrils and made her turn around, accidentally backing into the wall of dino nuts behind her. “Oh, dear… that’s, uhm, big.”

The human female stared intensely at the pole of flesh that was slowly slipping out of the sheath looming over her head, spilling gallons of musky, slimy fluids on the ground as it did so. The Rex’s shaft was, well, inhuman in every way: an angry red with soft barbs in two rows neatly lined up on the underside, forming a sort of crown around the blunt-ish tip several feet away from her. It looked thick, oversized just as the sheath it had come out, a sheath that was getting stretched by it as it swelled and engorged with blood, and the balls just behind. Within just a few seconds the rex’s cock bloated, it’s owner grumbling deeply as it reached what must have been more than half a dozen feet. The human did blush at this point, since the dinosaur almost rivalled a blue whale in that area, even if she lost in the end.

“Well, I guess now I know what dinosaur dick looks like…” She flashed a wry smile for herself and herself only, her nostrils protesting at the strong scent of feral arousal in the air. If she could smell it this clearly, she guessed any proper female rex would be able to feel it from miles away with ease. “You’re a big girl in more than one way, huh, Gloria?” Donna sneaked out of the Rex’s underbelly, still unable to shake off the scent filling her nostrils nor the thick batter that titanic piece of flesh had spurted right on her hair moments before. The beast let out a throaty rumble and licked the woman again, doing little to help her current condition. “Now what do I do? Go back to the dorms? There’s still the raptors there and they probably are about to wake up… should I stay here? What if I went to search for a boat at the docks or some way to contact the outside world from the comms centre?” As she paced around, the dino started to follow her, the heavy steps making the ground shake slightly, the strong smell following her as well, almost as insistent and annoying at the beast that produced it, but Donna made her best effort to ignore both. Her eyes kept glancing at that slab bobbing beneath Gloria’s belly, slapping against her hide as she flexed muscles the size of the human’s own thigh, oozing more fluids every minute than a human did in years, forming lewd, musky puddles that quickly filled the deep prints of the beast’s paws. The more the rex spilled, the stronger the smell and the harder it was for the woman to pretend a huge mutant rex with a cock taller than she was and balls heavier than her was following her every step. The scent of male was also starting to get to her to some degree: it was just like her early days in college when she went through a phase, one where for some reason she couldn’t resist any male that smelled good. Maybe it was an effect of having spent her entire life up until that point in a house that was full of clean-freaks and the mere idea of sleeping with a man that smelled of sex felt like a transgression, maybe she just had that fetish of liking men with a strong b.o. Her muff tingled, bringing a little pleasure among the sea of shame she was feeling, but the shame was the last of her concerns to plague her mind when Gloria smelled her blossoming lust. The Rex’s titanic tongue slid in between her small legs, dragging it across her stained panties, collecting sweat, urine and what little of arousal she had spilled, making the beast growl and her cock throb a little harder. Donna gulped and tried to move away but Gloria pushed her on the ground, licking harder and harder, tearing her panties from the force of her licks after a while, the soaked fabric spat in one of the many gooey puddles of sheath fluids.

“Gloria… don’t…” Her voice was cut short when the rex lowered her haunches and completely smothered her with every last inch of rock hard dino shaft, the hot flesh soaked in fluids rubbed on her pale skin. Donna spat out a few globs that found their way into her mouth, bringing the taste of salt and the stronger smell of sex, the blunt tip of the beast half a foot away from her head so big it was, the base right between her feet and the two rows of fleshy barbs tickling her skin. “Gloria… be a good girl and stop…” The dino suddenly didn’t seem to care all that much about being good, the need her cock brought forth, something the woman realized had been caused by her curious prodding earlier, was stronger than some measly human words. “You’ll make me stink like...”

An idea dawned on her, a reckless, weird, embarrassing, naughty and possibly feasible idea. Her face heated up at the mere thought but it was far, far better than trying to face against the entire lab’s animals on her own. As she was trying to come to terms with something her own mind came up, the Rex above her was still grinding her massive shaft on the human, dragging entire feet of hard, drooling, throbbing cockflesh on sensitive and bare human skin. Dense globs of precum, sweat and some more slimy fluids had already soaked into her hair, her skin slick with all the other stuff that mixed with her own sweat and scent. The woman sighed, her feet sinking into the wall of dino nut in one last attempt to push the beast back and gain a few precious moments to think about it but that did little to help and, in fact, seemed to act against her. Gloria grunted, her soft sack prodded and teased by the small appendages over and over again, poked in all the right ways, just enough to make her more needy. Precum rained on the human or splattered on the building, leaving sticky, musky trails all over the place, marking it as the Rex’s own.

Donna sighed, this was partially her fault but, much like any other thing that had come her way, she would get through and find some way to make it useful to her and so, with one deep breath, laded with musk and the heavy stench of dino cock and balls, the woman opened her arms and encircled as much flesh as she could and squeezed. The Rex groaned, feeling a little pressure around the sensitive tip, her hips thrusting ever so slightly for the beast but effectively making half of the titanic shaft slide against Donna’s belly, the myriad of barbs even further enticing the mutant dinosaur into the weird, awkward mating session, lowering her stance so that more pressure was applied to the little thing below. Donna swallowed her pride and a good mouthful of salty goop and started licking the hot flesh she was hugging, her tongue sliding over the barbs, taking them into her mouth, suckling on them like they were small nipples, making the dino groan and buckle and the cock throb even more. Her hands squeezed, holding on to the pillar of flesh as much as possible, but the increasingly slick flesh made it quite hard, and a particularly strong flex forced her to use her legs to prevent herself from falling. Straddled to the six foot long pole, she was lifted from the ground, her tongue still scraping wads of precum and salty sweat, her hands still kneaded the hard flesh, her legs squeezed some more, playing with the flow of pre to what extent she could. Gloria let her tongue fall out, lolling useless from the rows of teeth she had, dripping saliva on the ground to add to the dozens of musky pools of her own making.

Donna quickly felt that her idea was far more tiring and hard to achieve than expected: the dino, although quite easy to trigger, didn’t seem to give her anything in the way of a goal in sight, the cock just as hard and her balls just as full as when she had started minutes before despite the hundred gallons of spilled pre on the ground. She bit her lips and grunted, her muscles, already sore, screamed louder when she climbed around the towering fuckstick and ended up on top, riding the shaft like a horse. As naked as she was, she had already been shamefully rubbing herself on it, but the moment she got on the new position, her slick muff felt a series of hard bumps that made her shiver and moan as quietly as she could. Gloria seemed to enjoy the new way of playing and thrust forward into the air again, making the woman rock and hold on desperately, ultimately rubbing herself more on those bumps. Her toes curled as her muff was teased in ways no human toy or dick could have ever done, her nose full of the heavy, clogging stench of male musk, the warmth of the shaft between her legs heating her very core. With a blush on her face hidden by a couple of layers of sticky precum, the woman bit her lips and squeezed as hard as she could, riding her orgasm as long as she could while still moving her hips on top of the throbbing shaft and its many pleasurable spots. The Rex seemed to notice this and roared, her balls lurching upwards, the shaft thickening visibly, the fat cum pipe within delivering a massive, thick and virile cumshot that splattered on the front wall of the canteen in a lewd display of utterly make dominance. The vibrations coursing through the immense beast made the human shiver and come again, part of her even more ashamed for doing something like this and actually enjoying it and part of her envious for whatever female this beast would one day breed. If those bumps and barbs felt this good without even being inside her, how would it be feeling them for real? Gloria went on with her own orgasm as though the woman that had caused it wasn’t even there, roaring and painting swathes of the building and land with white butter, thickening the stench of sex and salt in the air, the titanic shaft swaying from the sheer force of every single thirty second long cumshot.

Before the rex was done making a mess of the landscape, Donna carefully stepped down from her throbbing ride, her feet splashing into a puddle of pearly white spunk, warm and dense and stepped in front of the gushing shaft. She took a deep breath and then made one last step, instantly feeling the stream of spunk splatter against her, the last few spurts soaking into her hair and skin, sticking to her like glue. Covered in white, not even she could see the deep blush on her face, nor could she feel it in the warm blanket she was under, but she still knew that it was wrong as she rubbed it on herself, covering every last inch of pale skin, making sure that she’d utterly reek of rex cum for days, as if the strong stench of sex and cock wasn’t already more than enough.

“That should… that should do it…” Talking was a bad idea because a few dense blobs ended in her mouth, spreading the taste of dense spunk on her tongue, overloading it with an utterly virile taste that not even all of her boyfriends could have matched. “God… I’m such a mess…” Any movement she made ended up flinging ropes of white all over and her every step splashed in a sea of roiling cum. It was wrong in so many ways and somehow she found parts of it funny and enjoyable, maybe because his had been the most fun she had had in weeks or months. The rex grumbled and licked her, scraping wads of gunk off the human, tasting herself and swallowing every last drop. “You’re a bit of a pervert too, huh? Making this mess just from little old me rubbing you a little…” Gloria licked the woman again, as if to acknowledge those words in some way. “Now… now what? What should I do? Go back to my room and get some clothes?” Donna frowned as she stood there thinking, however, Gloria did not have the same plan and turned around, heading somewhere deeper inland. It took a moment for the woman to notice it. “W-wait!” Running barefoot was quite hard on her skin, she almost tripped a few times and when she got back to the Rex’s side, she realized that trying to keep up was not an option: Gloria was both too tall and too fast. “Stop for a moment!!” Her voice seemed to fall on deaf ears until the gigantic beast did stop and lowered her body barely enough for the woman to get on. “Good girl.” Donna praised her as she climbed the Rex with no small amount of trouble and then sat on her back. Gloria immediately resumed walking, forcing the woman to hang on to her neck and squeeze her thighs around the curve of her mount.

The view was nothing short of amazing: she could see far and scout the area far better than she could as he dinosaur walked calmly along streets that were big enough to make containers full of live beasts pass, therefore just perfect for an actual live dino. The unfortunate part was that Donna had no saddle to use and her practically torn panties had nothing in the way of helping power. Her muff, shamefully slick still after the lewd bath and the overwhelming musk wafting from the beast and her own body, rubbed over and over on the thick hide of the dinosaur, every step making her rock and squirm as the vibrations reminded her of the first time she sat on a washing machine and tried to understand what the fuss was all about back in high-school. Donna bit her lips, trying to not enjoy the unwanted service, focusing on the hard, uncomfortable and annoying sides of using a dinosaur as temporary ride but, try as she might, that lovely vibration was always in the back of her mind.

Eventually Gloria halted in front of what Donna guessed was the cage she had been taken to after she had lost the right to care for the dino as she grew: it was a huge enclosure with trees, a pool to bathe and drink in, practically a small park crammed inside a room. There were some claw marks on the walls, some bumps that indicated the Rex had tried to escape and failed until whatever happened a few days before let the doors open. However, the thing that made Donna feel the most uncomfortable was the incredible, overwhelming, lung-clogging stench of sex and cum. She thought that the musk wafting from that shaft had been strong, that the dozens of gallons she had bathed and covered herself with was stronger, but this room, despite being open, was a hundred times more laden with virile stench than that. Her breaths became a little laboured as she breathed the pheromone-laden concoction, her mind reeling to try and find a reason why the dino had mutated in such a way while her muff suddenly screamed for her to jam her hands in and just ride her day away. The moment Donna landed on the ground, she felt her feet sink into the soft moss, puddles of cooling lust dotting the landscape, thicker, denser blobs sticking to the trees, the walls and the windows that let the scientists look down from the tall balcony above. Everything reeked of cum, almost everything was covered in it and nearly every step she felt warm spunk lap at her soles. The Rex seemed to puff her scaly chest at her, proud of herself and the mess she had made, earning another, though soft, ‘good girl’ from the woman. Gloria purred, her sheath bloating as she too was affected by her own musk to some degree, an idle flow in the couple gallons spilling from that vast, wrinkled, musky tube of flesh wobbling beneath her belly. A hint of shaft poked out, just the tip but still enough to make Donna blush at the still recent memory that she had just shoved herself beneath and on top of it and used it as a lewd ride all for the single purpose of masking her scent.

“You really are a big perverted dino, aren’t you Gloria?” Her hand caressed the dino’s thick muzzle, her hair fluttering as she breathed right into her face. “I wonder what happened to you. When you hatched you were a female like all the others so why did you grow a dick that looks big even for a whale?” Her caresses once again made the Rex purr, her compliments felt as if they sank into that reptilian brain to some degree and more of that thick dino cock slipped out. Donna blushed at the sight. “You’re quite the trigger-happy girl it seems… just a couple of pats and a good word and you’re already leaking all over the place.” Another purr was followed by a deep rumble, one that hid the woman’s stomach growl. “I forgot I didn’t have the chance to eat anything at all. Damned raptors.” She clutched her belly, the hunger pains that several days with extremely rationed food coming back after the rush of adrenaline. “What can I even eat now? Should I go back to the canteen and retrieve my veggies?” She stood there, thinking, her legs aching, her body far too tired and less clothed than she wanted to try that.

Even when she did try to do that, looking around outside the enclosure, Gloria let out a deep growl that was either a warning for her not to leave because it was dangerous or some sort of threat. Not sure whether the Rex was playing around or being serious, and too tired to actually go out and go all the way back to the canteen alone with no certainty her scaly, scary guard had the intention of doing the same, she let the idea go, at least for the day. Donna was left with trying to scavenge some food in the area where the Rex lived, but she already knew that she would not find much in there, since no cage had either restaurants or supplies for humans to stay more than a few hours in. Then, a lightbulb lit up inside her head and she started heading for a specific area of the garden. Gloria watched her, curious, her eyes following the woman until she was facing a small metallic alcove with a panel next to it. Her hand touched it and she pushed against the hard metal, hoping that the system had enough power to start the mechanisms and let her in. With a hiss and a sigh on her part, the door panel opened onto a slightly dusty room, specifically a panic room. With big dinosaurs like Gloria, it was hard to justify having massive blast doors to protect the scientists, a small door like that, just enough to let a man or woman in and not the massive head of an apex predator was more than sufficient for the upper management. No locks to avoid another incident of someone blocked from getting in and some food to let the poor soul munch on while they waited for the usually quick response team to knock whatever dinosaur was outside trying to munch on them. Donna didn’t find steaks or incredible things, merely a couple days’ worth of rations, some water bottles and a working computer that someone had the great idea to give autonomous power lines straight to the generator room below. On top of the little food, she was also presented with something that she was not quite sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing: hidden in the wall by a sliding panel that had probably moved because of whatever had caused the dinosaur breakout, there was a door, a second door that had an identification code that she did not recognise. Donna was sure that this was either a maintenance shaft or something a little more obscure. Why was it hidden behind a wall inside a panic room inside a mutant T-Rex’s cage? Was it something very important or very illegal? Illegal enough to warrant having Gloria as a guard? Her interest was piqued not only because of the underlying secret, but because, either this was maintenance to an area she had not been aware of, possibly even some bigger secret bunker deep beneath the surface, or it was a secret she just had to uncover. If she were to be rescued, she could drag whatever she found back with her, if she decided to escape after searching for a boat, she could also take it with her. If she were to be stuck in the lab for the foreseeable future, surrounded by wild beasts on all corners, well, she might die knowing the secret at least. Having decided what to do, gambling on the secret door instead of braving the far more dangerous outside world, Donna sat at the computer and turned it on. It worked, although slowly, and the young intern began working on cracking the code immediately, sometimes taking a bite of hypercaloric mush from the packaged meals. It was a hard code but the entire system was working on power-saving mode instead of at full speed, so even the cyber-defences were quite underpowered and let her more than enough space to wiggle the skills she had earned while in college.

Before she knew it, it was night and Gloria had returned with her food, or what was left of it, namely a couple legs of one of the sheep that was kept in other, bigger cages for feeding the carnivore population. The woman was offered some of the still bleeding hunk of meat, which she gladly refused. The ration had been enough and she felt full but now she was facing yet another issue: sleeping. There were no blankets inside the panic room of course, neither there was a bed or pillows, so she was not only naked but also lacking a bed to spend the night on. Gritting her teeth and curling on a slightly mossier patch of grass, Donna slept, betting on the heat that the room was designed to stay at to be more comfortable for the reptiles. Unfortunately, the engines either did not work that well anymore or the heaters were turned off to save what little power they had left and the room was just barely above a few degrees short of her actively shivering in the night. She refused to acknowledge the fact that the most pleasurable part of the night was the constant state of arousal she had spent it in: every breath she made was laden with dino ball musk, every time she rolled around and pressed her face to the ground she smelled the spent loads Gloria had spilled to mark her territory. The woman’s muff had almost turned into a torture for her, aching, needy, wetter than it had the right to be simply because of the bestial stench wafting from the dino’s sweaty groin. Her dreams had been filled with hunky men fawning over her, men whose cocks looked eerily like Gloria’s: fat, thick, impossibly long and slick with perspiration and lust, their balls big enough for her to rest her head on like a lewd, thrumming pillow. Waking up was a bit of a relief and a bit of a moment of sadness for her, the horse-cocked super model she was riding had just expressed the intention of going to another round and she had readily agreed, greeted with a faceful of thick breeding batter right in her face as she was covered in the gooey stuff by the dozen other men watching her get absolutely filled to the brim. However, even in real life she was hit by a dense, musky drop of spunk the size of her head. Donna woke up immediately, hastily rubbing her face with her hands, strands of gooey lust making lewd bridged between her arms and herself. As she freed her eyes from the gunk, she saw that Gloria was also about to wake up, her body kicking into gear in more ways than one: her breathing accelerated, her muscles twitched in the anticipation of the day that was to come and her cock was completely out, oozing white precum and throbbing madly. Donna gasped, noticing that either it had grown since the day before or she had not actually managed to get the dinosaur hard as she rode her shaft at all: the titanic blunt shaft was well over the size she had assumed it to be, more than ten feet long, each single one lined with fleshy barbs and thicker around as it reached her sheath. Donna bit her lip, the lust leftover from the night making her wonder how it would feel if she were to ride that monster of a cock, how it would taste, but she slapped herself out of the trance to the degree that the insanely dense musk that cock wafted into the air. It swayed under the heartbeat of the beast it was attached to, spurting cum here and there, simple discharge from a couple of fat, churning orbs covered in sweat that looked even fatter than before. Maybe the night had been just as laden with lust and pleasurable dreams as the woman’s own for the Rex, maybe even more as Donna looked around with tired eyes and saw that here and there, far in the distance, dense patches of cooling spunk dripped from the trees, some nearly as big as the mess that Gloria had made on the building she had rescued the woman from. Donna gasped in shock, realizing that during the night, simply breathing in her very own masculine stench with her cock out was enough to make the Rex cum several times, the lewd discharge spilled tens of feet away to further thicken the musk in the air. As Gloria woke up and walked out of her cage, her shaft still hard, still leaking, her balls still bloated and oversized, Donna was left alone again and wondering what to do now.

First thing she took a few bites of the rations, mentally counting that, if she were to keep going at this rate, she would last only three more days at two meals a day before she had to get back to the cafeteria and gather vegetables and maybe some meat. Donna drafted a plan to coax Gloria into going back, her face turning a shade of beet red when she made the conscious decision to try and pleasure the big dino for her goals. She’d have to practically hug and rub her entire body over the Rex’s cock if she wanted to make her move, but she’d do it. She had few other choices. Again the idea to run for the clothing shops, grab some shoes and run for the docks resurfaced, but the unknown number of feral beasts standing in between her and the faint possibility of finding a boat was far too much for a lone woman to try it out. Maybe she could convince Gloria to take her there but that was just as hard as going alone: the Rex might have had a favour for her, but that was it. She had chosen to gamble everything on the door in the hope it’d turn out to be something useful. For the time being she went back to cracking the code and once again, before she could realize it, night had returned and she was far too tired to do anything but eat her rations and then go to sleep.

However, even as tired as she was, Donna felt the cold bite at her bones, a strong wind had managed to come from some hole in the structure and raged inside, paper fluttering here and there in the halls and hallways. The young woman bit her lip and scooted closer to Gloria, foot after foot until she was within arm’s reach. The Rex’s massive body shielded her from most of the wind and made the night tolerable, but still Donna felt cold and moved even closer, her body touching the beast’s scaly thigh. It was warm enough but it was hard and uncomfortable, sometimes moving as Gloria dreamed and twitched and, so close to her, the heavy bestial musk wafted into her nostrils and turned the dreams she had into lewder ones, her imaginary lovers even bigger and more hung, their shafts inhuman in shape and size. Donna woke up with her hands between her own thighs, her muff completely soaked after hours spent dreaming of studs and sex, but without having any relief. The sight when she got up was the same as the day before: Gloria had coated a great part of the enclosure in steamy, gooey spunk, hundreds upon hundreds of gallons spilled all over the trees, some so heavy the branches cracked and fell into puddles of the same stuff. The beast’s balls looked just as big as before but they smelled even stronger, almost spicy in the sheer intensity, the sweat soaking the thick skin leaving behind trails that added to the thick musk, so strong that the woman could smell them and almost taste them from more than a dozen feet away. Her mouth watered and she did not know why nor she wanted to.

Donna threw herself into working all over again, trying to forget the aching from her body sleeping on the ground, the cold air and the hunger she felt. If anything, the code cracking was proving to be quite successful and she got closer to opening the door every hour she spent sitting on the small uncomfortable chair. And for the third day, Donna slumped on the floor, her eyes a bit red from the constant staring at a screen, her entire being aching with dull throbs, her stomach empty and raging. The mushy bar she ate was not anywhere near enough to sate her but she held on, knowing that tomorrow she’d have to… convince the Rex to take her to the canteen. With the last shreds of energy she fashioned something of a backpack from fabric that had been blown by the wind into Gloria’s enclosure that she could hang on the Rex’s body to carry some food back, then she collapsed on the usual spot and fell asleep. However, before she could fully slip into the comfort of her heated dreams, Gloria returned and gently, slowly, curled her body around the shivering woman. Donna had been scared for a moment but the warmth that the beast radiated was more than enough to make her forget about everything but her sleep. She slipped away almost immediately, her breathing steady and deep as Gloria followed her example.

For once the night was not horrible for the woman: the air was not as cold, the worry of dinosaurs getting closer was not as present, her stomach was not that empty although it could be fuller and the ground was… eerily soft. Donna’s hands and arms felt as if they were sinking into the mossy ground, in her dreams she was hoarding clouds to make her bed in some perfect mansion, surrounded by buff, naked, ultra-hung studs that handed her tray after tray of food. The dream was interrupted when Gloria shuddered, the Rex’s muscles twitching hard enough to shake Donna awake, making her look around herself in fear that something was wrong only to realize that nothing was threatening her and that the reason why the ground felt so soft was that she was not technically on the ground but rather, somehow she had climbed the Rex’s immense sheath and had been using it as a bed. Her body felt slick with sweat, warm, the stench of bestial cock and balls so strong she wondered how she had not woke up at all. Her hands practically sunk into the wrinkled tube, going deep and stopping only when she felt the hard, throbbing shaft beneath it all, the slow, pleasurable hum of Gloria’s powerful heart acting like a soothing melody and a low intensity massage. Donna felt too tired to blush, collapsing once again on the plump sheath, her face kissing it a moment later, her nose mushed against the musky flesh, every breath she made even more laden with the virile stench of her protector, her muff completely soaked and aching after days of inhaling that musk practically every hour she spent both awake and asleep. With a guilty moan, Donna let go of the sheath flesh and moved her hands lower, lower and lower still until she felt her thighs and the soaked gap in between. A single touch was enough to make her toes curl in pleasure, the mere act of her breathing and brushing her muff proving to be more intense than she could imagine. She did not want to do it, she did not want to enjoy such a raw, animalistic, wrong scent, she did not want to enjoy resting atop a sheath that was bigger than she was and yet, her fingers kept prodding herself, her breaths kept making her lust grow and her tongue kept slipping out to lap at the sweaty flesh and dragging her face upon it like a lewd, sweaty, salty pillow that hummed with every pump of blood. Everything seemed to combine together to make that shameful, guilty moment of orgasm ten times stronger than it had the right to be, a few squirts from her spasming passage spilling on the fat sheath as she relaxed and fell asleep for a second time that night with somewhat of a pleasured smile upon her face. And even as she slept, her hips slowly kept on rubbing against her ‘bed’ over and over, milking small orgasm after small orgasm as her dreams blossomed into lewd, oh so wrong scenes of Gloria smothering her with her sheath and her balls until she was practically glued to it.

The morning after seemed a little more bright and her future a little less bleak for some reason. Donna stretched with a smile, bending her arms and legs to make what little of crankiness she had left go away. Gloria watched her, those big predatory eyes locked onto the woman’s muff, the beast’s nostrils flaring to taken in the faint, pale scent of a woman that had found pleasure during the night. Being without underwear, Donna noticed the touch of the Rex’s broad slimy tongue on her skin when it escaped her lips and dragged from the gap of her legs to her back, leaving a wet trail of warm saliva, but she would have noticed that anyways because of the hot breath that washed over her even before she felt Gloria’s muscle. She moaned softly, her muff still aching and slick after the night, her body shivering in pleasure that felt just as incredible as her worship of her makeshift bed and far, far less guilty now than it had been two days before. Donna stood there, letting the massive mutant beast lick her sex time and time again until there was no inch of her skin left dry and she had gotten another small climax out of it.

“Now you have to stop… we have things to do…” Donna smiled and rubbed Gloria’s snout with a hand, earning a purr from the Rex a few moments later, as well as a massive, wet splatter of precum on her legs. The woman bit her lips when she felt the gooey, sticky tub of lust ooze down her legs in thick strands, her eyes wandering till they found the blunt shaft from which the several gallons of lust had come out of. Donna mentally reeled herself in, part of her once more aroused by the thick stench of male hanging around that pole, part of her knowing that she had things to do and part of her even more aroused because she knew that the things she had to do required her to get her hands on that very same cock and go to town with it. “We have many things to do today and I will need your help.” Donna smiled but her scaly protector didn’t seem to understand what she meant with that. “Can you take me to where you found me again, big girl? Can you lend me a hand?” Donna was not even sure whether the dinosaur understood what she meant, but the clever, intelligent light in the Rex’s eyes told her that it was not too much of a stretch to expect her to actually understand her words. “Come on, it’s going to be quick.” Gloria huffed, either not interested in her proposition or simply not able to process the request. Donna frowned, her hands rubbing the scaly muzzle a little harder, pressing her chest on it, her breasts mushed against the hard scales, her muff practically inches away from the big nostrils, every breath the beast made drawing in hints of her female scent. It if worked for her, it should also work for the dinosaur, right? “Come on girl, I really need your help.” And still Gloria did not move nor give a hint that she would move, however, beneath her, Donna noticed that the Rex was growing hard in her sheath, foot after foot of musky cock slipping out of that stretchy tube of flesh. Donna sighed, her heart thumping madly as she let go of that muzzle and slipped beneath the beast’s belly, immediately face to face with the still swelling shaft. “Be a good girl and help me, ok?” She took a deep breath and then kissed the blunt flare: the taste of it spread on her tongue like a sizzling salty treat, the heady musk crammed down her lungs and her entire front bathed in sloppy precum. Gloria huffed and shifted around, her shaft bobbing heavily but ignoring the woman who was now making out with her maleness as if it was a messy lover. “Please?” Her request seemed to have fallen short because Gloria huffed again and turned around, making the woman stare up her tail into the deep chasm on her backside, the two titanic orbs sloshing right in front of her. “Come on… I just need to go there quickly…” Gloria snorted and looked the other way. “Don’t be so stubborn please…” Donna bit her lips, the smell of feral balls wafting into her nose with far too much strength for her to bear, her muff aching as it seeped into her brain and wreaked havoc like a tornado. “Just a couple hours.”

Donna smiled, her legs soaked in precum and her own lust as she reached for the Rex’s swaying sack and touched it. She felt the weight, the felt the heat and the churning of seed inside, she felt the resistance of those two wrecking balls against her palm and she liked it. The woman moaned, guilty, ashamed and aroused at the same time all over again and then pressed her lips upon the thick skin, her tongue sneaking out to lap at the rivers of salty sweat. Gloria hissed, her sensitive flesh feeling the lithe, faint tickle of a small tongue and still she looked the other way as Donna slowly let go of her dignity and threw herself in the musky, virile heavenly stench of male around her. Try as she might she could not even hug one nut properly and yet she attempted to grasp both in her arms, rubbing her breasts, her face and her entire front on each before moving to the other and back again, her face soaked with the Rex’s perspiration, her nose set aflame by heavy musk while her tongue sizzled with new tastes and flavours, layer upon layer upon layer of lust, sweat and spent cum coating the two orbs like a lewd lollipop she just had to get to the core of. Gloria murred, the touches pleasurable, the worship of her nuts both arousing and fun to feel and witness, her cock rising further and hardening, oozing precum in thick bursts that hosed down several trees at the same time.

Donna’s mind was in shambles, reeling at the thick taste of raw maleness, her nose chock full of musk and sweat, her hands were groping, squeezing, feeling and roaming on a sphere almost twice as big as she was and dozens of times heavier, her face slick with perspiration and stuck to the sloshing nut. As her own lust grew, the fetish for musky males that she had thought she had gotten over and forgotten resurfaced and her desire to feel those orbs churn harder, louder and to feel them empty themselves only grew with it. The sheer madness of her desire got to the Rex whose sack she was worshipping, kissing and hugging, her shaft throbbing, each pump of her heart made the breeding pole sway and spray precum everywhere, gallons upon gallons running on the underside and eventually pooling at Donna’s feet. The woman moaned, her toes splashing in a lewd, warm puddle of male lust, her body slowly going lower and lower until she was almost kneeling, her face pressed against the bottom of the titanic sack until Gloria buckled, her hips thrusting ever so slightly in an attempt to breed whoever was closer, but only managing to smother the human with her balls. Donna felt an orgasm rocket through her body, so incredible it was outright shameful and insane, pinned beneath a feral beast’s sweaty nuts. The Rex seemed to feel it as well, somehow, and her cock twitched, bloating larger as thick breeding batter rocketed out of it and hosed trees, rocks and the wall opposite her in dense, musky blasts. Donna moaned even harder as she was massaged by the shivering, churning orbs over and over again, smothered, pinned and pressed against the now warm soil, her face and arms stuck in place as the weight waned ever so slightly.

When Gloria finally stood back up, strength returning to her legs, Donna was still on her back, her face slick with all sorts of lewd fluids, her breaths laden with insanely thick musk and so, so very happy for once. She almost didn’t care she had gotten off by licking some beast’s fat nuts like that at all, almost. A small section of her brain realized that it was very very wrong but the rest of her seemed to not care at all, the pleasure too great and too… forbidden to be something she could give up. It ticked off every box in her list and, had Gloria been less massive, less feral and less of a dinosaur, she would have gladly thrown herself onto her. Well, she might just to that anyways, after all, if she liked it and there was no one else around to judge her, why the hell should she restrain herself? The post-orgasm clarity brought several revelations to the young woman, some of which she had already been aware of, some new. As she looked at the Rex who was now licking her cock while it retreated back into its sheath, her tongue slathering entire feet of softening feral cock at a time, she realized that she too was naked, dripping and not entirely sure why she was being so ashamed of her actions. It was all for the sake of survival and, well, it felt good. Gloria was big all around, she was ton after ton of raw, undiluted man musk with the added pleasure of being a feral beast, that same smell carrying the animalistic stench of a taboo. Donna bit her lip and stood up, helping the beast clean her cock, swallowing load after load of thick cum, her stomach filling up fast. Maybe she could… add some of it to her diet, get her protein that way instead of eating the leftovers that Gloria so gently gave her, maybe she could… put it on her food… it would be fun to eat and to get it out of the dinosaur… two birds with one stone even… The idea, just as the pleasure, was wrong and Donna was liking it more than she had the right to. And maybe it was exactly that reason why she wanted more.

“Come on girl, let’s get moving and… maybe we can do this again tonight…”