No CGI: Bloodplay 2
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
They knew the risk of letting someone else into this relationship.
No CGI: Bloodplay 2
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{They knew the risk of letting someone else into this relationship.}
Every day, Comma smelled of more and more dinosaurs. Something about him... his scent drew them from far and wide. He amused T with tales of his sexventures while he painted her matte. She wished she could hang around and hear more, but she might actually be called for takes today.
Standing off to the side, she watched R rehearse a rather complicated shot with Jeff Goldblum. R was bouncing his pecs and rippling his shoulders, testing if Goldblum showed any interest. No visible signs. R’s innocent crush would remain so. T shook her head. R was such a musclehead he had only one trick to break the ice. When it worked, it was very effective, but it did tend to attract one kind of person.
Goldblum seemed amused watching E mop up his brother’s abundant slit juice. He would continue holding the mop until Comma was free of his painting duties, and even then he would have to break away for touch-ups if they involved the inner thighs or under the tail.
She observed X and J, who were coordinating with the dolly camera operator for some chase shots. X was clearly frustrated they had to wait for people to build a little railroad. She could hear his thoughts: _All they have to do is let a dinosaur hold the camera and they’ll have a steady shot, but no, they make us wait for them to lay rails and figure out a path and—_
He would ramble on like this for hours after a glass of olive oil.
And then there was C. He was working with E and a bunch of others for more Compy shots. When she observed them from her peripheral vision, she sometimes saw C as a dinosaur, complete with yellow scales and a blue tail.
Y observed from the sidelines. When the raptors playing the compys took a break, Y stalked straight for C. He laid a hand on his shoulder. T couldn’t hear what he was saying to C, but it seemed lighthearted. He let the hand slide off. His claws sliced C’s shoulder.
Y acted apologetic, but T observed him taking in the scent. His slit dripped, just a little.
T wanted to dash across the set and tackle him. Her killing claws rose, and she growled. They agreed to meet at a park tonight and have a controlled sparring, not to indulge in public. She wanted no signals to anyone else, and she certainly didn’t want C to be exposed like this.
Y led C over to the medic to have the wound patched up. He would need makeup, too. T bumped Y with her hip as he passed, shooting him a hunter’s glare. He did not acknowledge her.
Merely a surface wound. The bleeding stopped in a minute, and Y acted so apologetic. C made eye contact with T. The look on his face told her C was not stupid; he knew that wasn’t an accident, but he didn’t know what to do about it.
Y stepped away while the medics did their work. T stalked up to him and body-slammed him just enough to make him stumble.
“Don’t do that again,” she growled.
“What?”
“Those are [m]y [m]ates.”
“Careful, T. After you lay they’ll [b]e [m]ore interested in each other than you.”
“Save it for tonight, Y.”
He licked his lips. “C is a virgin. This is fun.”
He entered a hot set. T couldn’t follow, so she watched him as he joined J and X. Sure enough he made straight for J, staying close even as they worked with the dolly camera and figured out the most photogenic blocking.
During one scene he let his killing claw get in the way and made a line down J’s thigh. Y’s slit dripped taking in the scent. T growled again.
J’s slit also dripped, seeing another male take him in like this. Y escorted J to the medic. J pretended to need help walking, and as he held on, he made a shallow line down Y’s chest, discretely inhaling him.
T was just about to charge when a whistle blew. That was her cue. Cursing under her breath, she ran towards them and bumped both of them with her hip, enough to make them stumble, hissing. She hoped J would take the hint.
She would call it off. Y was not the kind of person they needed. When it was just between the three of them, it was kind of beautiful, and because they had been united by T’s heat scent, that’s what it was about. Rivalry. Playing with pack instincts. Not just bloodplay for its own sake. That kind of thing had kept J down for years. She wouldn’t let it happen again.
The next hour saw her occupied with establishing her mark and her path in coordination with the dolly camera. She stole glances at the raptors rehearsing their compy motions. C was fine, but he seemed to be looking over his shoulder more often. His gaze kept traveling to one particular spot offstage. She followed his line of sight, but she couldn’t tell what he was looking at.
More coordination. Hours of planning. Finally they seemed ready to shoot this tracking sequence. Just before the director said action, she noticed Y leading C to the medic again. C was bleeding from a wound to the chest, and Y did not hide how intensely he was sniffing it.
Y was clearly getting off to the smell of a submissive male who couldn’t do anything about his situation. Oh yeah, he wasn’t their type—it was a mistake to agree to this so soon after meeting him.
For the next five minutes, she had to be in character. Animal posture. Animal expression. Hunters chasing prey. She imagined Y as her prey and he was on the other end of the set. She nailed it the first take, but of course they had to back up and run again.
More animalistic, the director said. More snarling. More claws.
She couldn’t wait to film the subplot, showing the dinosaurs have other thoughts besides hunting and killing. If not for that, she wouldn’t be here, playing a monster.
Thinking about monsters, she turned to the compys on the other set.
Sure enough, Y was still off to the side, following every coordinated move they made. C was clearly wary of him.
T felt J move up beside her and whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry a[b]out C. I got hi[m] a knife.”
She turned and glared at him. “You what?!”
“He’ll [b]e fine.”
“That’s—!”
She didn’t have time to respond; someone shrieked off camera. Both J and T turned to look, along with every other dinosaur on set.
C had a bleeding gash that ran from shoulder to thigh.
Y was standing by, looking innocent with blood on his claws.
Charles sprinted to that spot he kept looking at and picked up a knife. Barely good for cutting steak, but a knife nonetheless. C charged him, and Y parried, but only for show. He stayed within striking range and let C slice him across the chest.
“Fuck you!” Charles screamed. “Back! Off!”
The set became dead still. Charles and Y stood staring at one another. Then Y raised his claws to his snout and took a whiff. His cock slid out.
In reply, Charles raised the knife to his nose and sniffed it. He proudly displayed his boner.
Y licked his snout and started circling him. C held the knife at ready and returned the gesture.
“Fuck,” T grunted as she sprinted across the set.
J matched her pace. “I’ll get C, you take Y.”
The two had circled one another once and both had made moves on one another, inflicting new wounds and taking in the blood on the claws and on the knife.
T body-slammed Y, making him stumble out of his circling.
J slid to a stop in front of a bleeding Charles, trying to be discreet about scenting his wounds.
“That’s enough!” T shouted, squaring off with Y. She moved in close. “Deal is off.”
Y was licking the blood on his claws. “C liked it. Oh yeah. He needs so[m]eone to show hi[m].”
“J and I are his guardians. You won’t [p]ull hi[m] down. Stay away fro[m] hi[m].”
Still he licked his claws. “Kee[p] C close. He’s not as hel[p]less as he see[m]s. That ra[p]tor wants to [b]reak away and find out how far he can go. If he does, I’ll take hi[m] far.”
He left, sucking his claws like lollipops. T turned around. J was licking C’s wounds. Charles was licking his knife. J was doing a good job concealing both of their boners, but dinosaurs knew.
Luckily, none of the humans on set were paying the dinosaurs any mind. Perhaps they thought all of this was for a scene.
T joined them. She nosed C. “So what did you think of that?”
C was still licking his knife. “I hate him, but wow he smells good.”
J bumped noses with him again. “That’s the kind of [p]eo[p]le who do [b]lood[p]lay. They’re shit, [b]ut you [p]ut u[p] with the[m] [b]ecause you [b]ring out their [b]est scents, and they [b]ring out yours. They will [p]ut you through hell just to [m]ake you s[m]ell good. Everything is a ga[m]e to alter your scent so _they_ can get off. I’[m] glad I left that co[mm]unity, [b]ut hhhhhh so[m]eti[m]es I [m]iss it.”
“I think I like it better when it’s just us,” C said.
T huffed. “Agreed, now let’s [p]atch you two u[p].”
“We have our answer,” J said, bumping T’s muzzle.
T blinked. She huffed as she felt her belly stirring. She looked to the side. The agents merely stood by, arms crossed, sunglasses on, waiting.
*
Dinosaurs caught her scent as they walked through their district. T observed twinges of jealousy from some of the females. Twinges that made T huff in delight. They made room for her. They got out of her way. Males she didn’t know lowered themselves as she passed.
Carrying eggs gave her status. She felt like a celebrity.
Respect and envy. It would inspire others to work harder to bear eggs. If only these impulses had been enough to compete with humans millennia ago; dinosaurs might have overtaken civilization and humans would be the ones relegated to special districts.
J and C flanked her, and she periodically rubbed muzzles with them.
C was wearing clothes today. She wondered if anyone else saw him differently. Nobody seemed to treat him any different from any other raptor on the street.
Everyone knew both of them were the father. T said it in her body language that both of these males were responsible for this—somehow they broke through the pills and gave her eggs.
They had followers. Dinosaurs walking in their wake, catching a scent that prickled all sorts of instincts they would likely never feel again. Ancient pack instincts that could never be scratched. T was the first pregnant female most of them had ever scented, and she might be the last. So few clutches were allowed.
T felt a few muzzles scenting under her tail. She observed both J and C pushing them away if they lingered too long. A few males screeched at C when he did. The human made no reply, but walked closer to T.
They passed cafés frequented by humans. Juice bars for the dinosaurs. The grocery store. T led them all around the dinosaur district, making sure everyone caught her scent, filling the place up.
No other females with eggs.
T heard whispers of dinosaurs talking about J and C. T had already denounced any special technique to break through the pills. Whatever happened, she got lucky. She didn’t tell them she whacked off several times a day watching these two indulge in ?.
T savored the feeling of being a queen flanked by her male consorts. It may never happen again.
Something stirred within her, and she slowed to a halt. C felt her. J also had his hands on her. Both were scenting her. T took their hands and lowered herself to her belly. She rolled to her side. J and C immediately scented her underside, felt it, listened. Others moved in closer, and her male escorts kept them back.
No, she wasn’t ready to lay, but she was close. Very, very close, and her body wanted her to know it; she could feel the eggs moving through her, into position, almost ready, almost.
T sighed, closing her eyes.
She had never felt this content before, with eggs within her and both of her mates scenting her, protecting her, making sure everyone knew she was carrying the future.
They lay against her for a while. At last she opened her eyes, and now she saw him. Not Charles, but C. Yellow scales. Blue thighs and tail. She reached out and felt his muzzle.
No, he had a flat face, not a muzzle. The mixed signals from her hands and eyes made her uneasy, so she lowered her hand and let him feel her belly. She only felt three fingers from him. Three from J. He rubbed muzzles with her. They took turns taking in the scent under her tail.
Someone coughed. The agents made themselves known. The dinosaurs ignored them. Let them be put off by this display. They would never understand.
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