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~Disclaimer~

The following contains lewd situations involving a male human and several relatively realistic feral therepod dinosaurs. All characters are sapient adults. This story is based on artwork by “Ijoe". None of these characters are originally mine, and this work should not be taken to reflect the intentions of the original artist(s). This story should be considered 'non-canon'.

~Raptor Island~

“This position involves relocation to Madagascar, as you know." The middle-aged, neckbearded Brit tapped the stack of dogeared papers on the flimsy chipboard desk, and eyed the blond Afrikaner who sat before him in the interview chair. “So, Mr. de Lange, what makes you want to leave South Africa?"

“Got too dangerous." Jaivyn said. The South African wiped a strand of sweaty hair from his eyes. The fan on the Brit's desk looked like it had been manufactured before the Boer War, and functioned like it too.

The Brit frowned. “You won't find the wildlife any less dangerous where you're going."

“Wasn't talking about the wildlife."

“Oh, ah," the Brit's thin face reddened. “I should have thought so. I read your CV, of course. Graduate of the SAWC. Experience as a game ranger in Gemsbok Park, five years. And, er. . ." the man smiled, revealing teeth crookeder than Enron, “. . .I hear you fought off some poachers."

Jaivyn shrugged. “'Some'? Happened every week in Gemsbok. The idiots never had the sense to run away when we caught them."

“I see. Well, Mr. de Lange, I must say, your resume is extensive, and given your experience, I daresay you are the perfect man for the job."

“Thank you." Jaivyn forced a smile. Leaving his home, however perilous, for some bubonic plague-ridden swamp in Madagascar wasn't a happy decision. “May I ask some questions?"

The Brit laughed, and nodded. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot."

“What's the company name? Didn't say on Indeed.com."

“Ah, those sites can be a real peeve. We're Oxford University, department of Pal- er, Life Sciences."

“What kind of game?"

A pained expression crossed the Brit's face. “Ooooh, I'd love to tell you." He reached into a shelf and pulled out a positively Homeric tome of paper. The desk buckled under its weight as he slammed it down. “Unfortunately you'll have to sign this NDA first. I'm sorry, it's all above my pay grade."

Jaivyn nodded. Nothing out of the ordinary for these kinds of jobs. No sense leaking what rare game you had to every potential poacher this side of Namibia. They didn't even need the NDA anyway, he wouldn't squeal. Jaivyn needed employment too much to jeopardize his job security. Employment where 'game' more dangerous than any lion wasn't going to knife him in his bed as he slept. He took a pen from the desk and opened the stack of forms.

“Be happy to work with you," he said, grave-faced.

~One Week Later~

“Like Jurassic Park?" Jaivyn threw his head back, tears streaming from his sun-wrinkled eyes. “Aha, ohoho, great joke!"

The Brit, who, as Jaivyn had learned, went by the name of Dr. Stefan Pritchard, looked ready to kill him. It was a good thing they'd both already flown to Madagascar. The withering heat, and the fact that Pritchard had closed his Johannesburg recruiting office once Jaivyn had signed the contract, both got in the way of terminating the new hire prematurely.

Well, it wasn't Madagascar exactly. Jaivyn rubbed his aching ribs, and glanced around at the humid, yellowed corners of the research building. It was on some jungled rock of an island just to the west of Madagascar proper. Doubtlessly no less infected with plague, bot flies, or other such horrors.

“Mr. de Lange," Pritchard said, fuming, “it isn't a joke. And as for this 'Jurassic Park' nonsense, as you may have noticed, this is far from being a bloody funfair for tourists."

“Got that right."

“This is a legitimate research institution. We aren't creating cinema monsters. We have the real thing. Dangerous sometimes, like any other animals, but they're just that: animals. Even the carnivorous ones will leave you well enough alone if they're well fed and you don't try to poke them."

“I worked with lions," Jaivyn said. “Don't have to tell me." He sighed, still smiling with mirth, then shook his head in amazement. “But really, how has no one heard of this? Damn, it would be story of the century!"

Now it was Pritchard's turn to smile. A not entirely good-humored grin split his tangled beard. “Your job isn't to ask how no one knows. Your job is to ensure no one knows. If the Chinese had any idea, we'd be ripped off faster than you could say 'academic espionage'. Even if they were to get a glimpse of our earlier specimens, with the defective courtship behavior, it would still be enough to reverse engineer everything. Hmph. You know how they are." He pointed to a windowless door. “That's your office. You'll find it attached to a garage with your patrol vehicle. Your predecessor left all the kit you'll need in there. I confess I have little idea what any of it is, but I suppose that's why we hired a man with your experience."

“He still around? The last chap? Can I talk to him, get a run-down?"

Pritchard shook his head and turned away, wringing out his sweat-drenched Hawaiian shirt. “No, he isn't. Now please excuse me, I'm quite busy. Shite, it's hot in here."

Khaki wimp, Jaivyn thought, watching Pritchard disappear around a corner. He had always been privately convinced that hundreds of years of natural selection had made men of his own extraction more resistant to hot climates than the fog-huffing British.

A moment later, he found himself in his office. It was spartan in appearance, with one muddy window and a squeaking ceiling fan. A cot with a rifle and a tranquilizer gun stood in one corner. A pile of camping supplies, a shovel and a pickaxe sat in another. In the attached garage, he found a rusty old bakkie: a pickup truck, painted green. It had clearly seen better days.

Hope this works when I get chased down by a T-rex, he thought. Visions of scaly monsters from the silver screen played in his head, and despite Dr. Pritchard's assurances, he shuddered. Maybe I should have stayed and taken my chances in S.A.

His eye caught a stained poster pinned to the wall of the garage. It contained small images, thick with academic text and jargon. The dinosaurs it depicted hardly looked like the ones in the movies. Even the scalier ones had colorful frills, wattles and spines that he had never seen in any museum. A bunch near the bottom of the poster looked more like birds with long tails. He grunted to himself, folded the poster, and stuffed it in his pocket. Not that it mattered if he could identify them. He wasn't here to be a zoologist, never mind his qualifications at the SAWC. He was a glorified security guard, and probably executioner too. Paper trails tended not to extend very far in that part of the world, and more than a few poachers had been “accidentally eaten by lions" back in Gemsbok Park, with no body to recover.

The next day, Jaivyn set out on his first patrol. He put fresh batteries in the bakkie's GPS system, and folded a paper map in the glove compartment just in case. On the passenger seat lay the tranq and two rifles: Jaivyn's own battered old FAL and a greasy Chinese SKS that stank of cosmoline. Pritchard claimed he had bought the latter in “Drumheller", whatever the hell part of China that was.

The new warden was to look for signs of human presence, in case someone was persistent (or crazy) enough to putter in from the mainland. The route was simple enough: a loop around the island, and a few switchbacks down the middle. It wouldn't take more than a day, but Jaivyn packed the camping supplies and tools. No sense taking risks.

The drive took longer than it should have, largely owing to Jaivyn's compulsion to stop the bakkie and ogle every new dinosaur he came across. A lifetime of seeing the same old hyenas and elephants made it an awe-inspiring trek. Dr. Pritchard hadn't been lying: these were real animals, and it didn't take a degree in zoology to know that they weren't of any living species.

Every once in a while he'd unfurl the poster in his pocket and identify what he saw. All herbivores so far, except for a single torpid, slapgat thing he spied lazing harmlessly beside a brook. It had stuck its tongue out at him in an oddly human gesture before closing its eyes and going to sleep. The poster called it Albertosaurus sarcophagus.

“Just like lions." Jaivyn said to himself. He chuckled.

His watch beeped.

“Fok!"

He was supposed to have finished the first half of the trip. He should be turning around now and heading home. Problem was, he was only a quarter of the way there. Jaivyn swore again, and put his foot on the gas. The truck squealed and rattled in protest. He wouldn't stop again to rubberneck for the rest of the trip. No sense being late: there were beers in his mini-fridge that wouldn't drink themselves.

It only got worse.

“Goddamned beaker-sniffing nerds!" Jaivyn exclaimed, two hours later, when the old bakkie's engine let out a long, pained moan, and died. “Probably spent the transport budget on test tubes for their meth lab," he muttered, and kicked the underside of the dash. He cursed his employers once more, then got out of the truck. He radioed in. No response. Cell phone: no signal.

Jaivyn sighed. It wasn't the end of the world. This sort of bungle happened every once in a while back in Gemsbok. He leaned back into the truck and glanced at the GPS. It would take him the better part of five hours to make it back on foot, and it was already getting late. He'd need to sleep first. But not in the truck: the thing stank of cosmoline and petrol. He could barely avoid vomiting while driving it, and sleeping in it was out of the question.

“That's a good spot," Jaivyn said to himself, looking across the road. On the other side was a rocky overhang, clean and dry, with a patch of relatively open grass in front of it. He unpacked his supplies and carted them over, then draped a section of white tarpaulin from the overhang to widen his shelter. He wasted half and hour trying to dig a rain trench around the area, before deciding that the cloud cover didn't look that threatening after all. It was darker, and cooler, so he dropped the shovel and set about making a fire.

He kept the FAL on his back as he worked, and two magazines in his pockets. He had heard stories of what happened in the back country of Madagascar, and if there were uninvited guests on the island they probably wouldn't be the friendlier kind of local. He propped the SKS at the back of the shelter, and left the tranquilizer gun on the grass.

“Ouch!" Jaivyn pulled his hand back from the growing fire and sucked on it. Where had he left the first aid kit? Beside the tranquilizer, if he remembered correctly. Indeed, there it was. But. . .

Jaivyn blinked. The tranq was gone.

Pure muscle memory, of its own accord, racked his rifle's charging handle.

Someone was nearby.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Jaivyn's voice echoed among the glistening palms and the whine of insects. He turned away from the road, and scanned the treeline above and behind the overhang, weapon held high. If there was a man up there, he would be hard to see in the rapidly darkening gloom. Jaivyn tried not to imagine the bite of a dart, stabbing into his skin.

A deafening gurgle behind him broke the silence.

Jaivyn spun around automatically, trained by years of dealing with big cats. Showing your back was never a good idea. When he saw what had made the noise, his blood turned colder than a penguin's arsehole.

It wasn't a cat.

And it was right in front of him.

Within touching distance, at eye-level, was the end of a snout longer than Jaivyn's torso. Had it not possessed a down of short, green feathers, the face might almost have been reptilian. The rest of the animal was anything but. It was nothing less than a gigantic downy bird, with a long feathered tail, a kind of clawed 'wing' formed of similar long feathers, and powerfully muscled legs that made an ostrich's look like twigs.

Jaivyn allowed himself to glance down, and wished he hadn't. The hooked claws on the creature's feet were the size of small cutlasses.

Thought they'd be smaller. They might have looked a bit like birds on the poster, but it didn't mean they were the same size. It was hard to tell from this angle, but the thing stood taller than he did, and had to be twenty feet long. At least.

The missing tranq and his smarting finger forgotten, thoughts of what to do raced through Jaivyn's head. Should he be still? Raise his arms to make himself seem bigger? Yell? Play dead? Punch it in the nose like a shark? Shoot it? It was only now that he regretted not having done more research on the dinosaurs in his new “park", particularly their predatory behaviors. He silently cursed Dr. Pritchard.

Fucker said they were well fed.

No, you dom nool, Jaivyn corrected himself, if it wanted to eat me, it would have done so already. It's just curious. The temptation to send a 7.62 millimeter round into the giant birdlizard's chest was tempered by the poor impression it would give on his first day. The temptation was removed completely when the animal bared a mouthful of knife-like teeth, lunged forward, and tore the weapon from Jaivyn's hands faster than he could blink. The rifle spun away into the bush, and before Jaivyn could even think about running to pick it up, the tip of the torso-sized muzzle returned to his forehead.

Jaivyn felt the creature's hot breath in his hair. A pair of small, uncannily human eyes further up the feathered face peered at him with an alien semblance of intelligence.

The dinosaur bobbed its head.

Jaivyn furrowed his brow.

It bobbed again, this time shaking its head from side to side. One of its clawed feet thumped the ground.

“The hell is this about?" Jaivyn mumbled.

The dinosaur repeated the behavior. A flash of realization and horror washed through Jaivyn's body. The words of Dr. Pritchard came back to him.

“. . .our earlier specimens, with the defective courtship behavior. . ."

He didn't have time to think about the implications. The dinosaur snapped its head to the side and made cawing sounds in rapid succession, baring its teeth at something in the darkness. He stepped back a pace and followed its eyes.

At the edge of the overhang, a miniature version of the feathery giant poked out its snout from a bush of ferns. The firelight flickered on its reddish plumage, its snout narrower and its build lither than that of its larger cousin. It couldn't have been much bulkier than a turkey.

The big green creature clearly wasn't happy to see it. It bellowed another series of angry caws in the little red's direction_,_ jaws wide.

Now's my chance, Jaivyn thought. He could make a break for it while 'Green' was distracted- but no, that would be stupid. Never turn and run from a carnivore. Nonetheless, despite his better judgment, Jaivyn had absentmindedly taken a step towards the gap to Green's side. The big dinosaur hissed and hopped sideways, swinging its stiff tail to block Jaivyn's advance while keeping its eyes on the tiny red interloper.

Jaivyn was hardly even shocked to see that Red had hopped out of the bush, and was bobbing and shaking its head at him, its wet, equally uncanny eyes fixated on his.

This behavior seemed too much for Green. The big birdlizard spread its 'wings' and made a hopping lunge, but it was too slow to catch its nimble cousin. Red ran straight up the incline behind Jaivyn, defying gravity by flapping its own flightless wings as it went. It stood, chirrupping, above Jaivyn's head, on the roof of the overhang. As if to mock Green, it resumed its courtship display.

Green's eye flicked from Jaivyn, up to Red, then back again.

“Yes," Jaivyn said, “you try to chase him up there, you leave the way wide open for me." He wasn't sure if he should be soothed or terrified by how smart the thing appeared to be.

A few tense moments later, the green monster resumed its bobbing and shaking, thumping its feet with greater gusto than before, its eyes darting between its target and its competitor, which likewise had increased the pace of its antics on the ledge above.

An awful hour passed. Jaivyn's legs ached, but he didn't dare move. Finally, Green hissed, bent its legs and sat down in a kind of squat, folding its head in something like the manner of a roosting bird. Its eyes remained open, its gaze as steady as before. Red gave another mocking bob, then followed suit.

“Tired out, are you?" Jaivyn said. Ever so slowly, the warden bent his stiff legs and sat cross-legged, careful to put his back to the rock wall and his head under the ledge. The little red dinosaur above him wasn't exactly huge, but then again, neither was a caracal, and Red certainly had teeth and claws just as sharp.

Jaivyn reached into his pocket. “Should see what you are," he said. “Might as well know what eats me." He forced a quiet laugh, and unfurled the poster. It didn't take long to find matching images. Under Green's picture was the label 'Utahraptor ostrommaysi: female'. Jaivyn raised his eyebrows. He had assumed that courtship displays were something males would do. His eyebrows raised further when he found the picture of Red, labelled 'Velociraptor mongoliensis: female'.

“That is a velociraptor?" he said to himself. “That little thing?" Dr. Pritchard hadn't been kidding at all when he had derided 'cinema monsters'.

It didn't take long for Jaivyn to find what was, as he later learned, the 'real' velociraptor of Jurassic Park. Or rather, it found him. The first warning was a bellowing caw from Green. Squinting into the shadows, Jaivyn made out two more feathered dinosaurs similar in form to his acquaintances, but of intermediate size.

The pair of newcomers approached from opposite directions. The one Green was accosting was a bit bulkier than the velociraptor, with a blunter muzzle, and feathered in a very short down of silver and black stripes. The hint of a plumed crest ran down its neck. The poster said 'Dromaeosaurus albertensis: female'. Jaivyn made a mental note never to visit Alberta.

Upon sighting Green, 'Stripes' shrunk back into the foliage and ceased her bobbing. Eyes glowed in the firelight where she waited at the fringe of the camp.

And that was when Jaivyn met 'Peach'.

The warden almost tripped over himself when he took his eyes off Stripes. Standing beside the fire, a yard away from him, and right under Green's nose, was a fourth dinosaur. About as hefty as a human, this one had mottled, grey-brown feathers along its back, tail and pseudo-wings, and muted peachy plumage on its face and underbelly. A more pronounced frill ran down the back of its neck like a mane. It cocked its head and sniffed at the human.

Green ignored it. The utahraptor focused her angry _caw_s towards the velociraptor and dromaeosaurus.

Must be a male, Jaivyn thought. Not competit-

Peach bobbed and shook.

Nope. Female.

Green shrieked and jumped to her feet, batting her winglets against her side.

The grey-brown dinosaur chittered in surprise, and made a hopping dash into the undergrowth, narrowly avoiding a kick from Green's slashing foot. It scurried away and crouched in the ferns opposite Stripes, eyes darting between Jaivyn and Green.

Jaivyn checked the poster. 'Deinonychus antirrhopus: male'. He squinted. No, it was certain: the one labeled 'female' had a head as flat as a board, no trace of a crest.

Well, that was certainly strange.

And so the four feathery ground-dragons settled into the strangest Mexican standoff Jaivyn could ever have imagined. Green, unable to chase away Red, Stripes or Peach without letting Jaivyn get away, and the others unwilling to leave. And there he was, just out of reach of the greasy SKS. Even assuming he could snatch up the cheap rifle before Green pounced, he would have to score four debilitating hits with a ten-round mag, in the dark, while praying to the gun gods that the cosmoline didn't produce a stoppage.

Jaivyn yawned, and bit his tongue. He tossed another branch on the fire. Going to sleep could prove fatal. He'd have to stay awake and wait until they got bored and left, or started fighting each other. Hopefully the former.

An eternity later, something caught Jaivyn's peripheral vision. Something red. The velociraptor had snuck down from the overhang. Hiding hiding herself behind a large rock by Jaivyn's feet, she had resumed her bobbing, hidden from the big utahraptor's glazed eyes.

Jaivyn had seen some funny things out on the Savannah, but what came next made him more uncomfortable than he had ever been in his life.

To his shock, though by this point not at all to his surprise, the little red dinosaur ceased bobbing, sat, and with a cheeky glance towards Green, rolled over onto her back, clawed feet splayed in Jaivyn's direction. With purely academic curiosity, the warden grimaced and hazarded a look. Red's twitching face regarded him from behind a pelvic 'boot', which jutted from what amounted to the velociraptor's crotch. A tiny, horizontal slit cut across a small featherless area where the boot met the base of her tail. It winked, revealing a pink interior.

“Ugh." Jaivyn averted his eyes.

. . . And met those of the huge utahraptor, who was very much awake and staring right at where Red's little tail poked out from behind the rock. Green sat, silent as an owl, eyes aflame.

“What's going through your tiny little brain?" Jaivyn asked himself, quietly. “What are you thinking?' He didn't at all like the motionless silence. It felt a tad more predatory than the bobbing.

It might have been the angle, or the lighting of the fire, but Jaivyn would almost swear that the utahraptor had a vicious, toothy smile on her face. But that's just the way reptile mouths are, he thought, they always look like- his thoughts ended there.

Green rolled over, toe-cutlasses stabbing the air, presenting him with two upturned thighs, thicker and more powerfully built than those of the lithe velociraptor. The utahraptor brought her head up, and glared at Jaivyn over her pelvic boot, chin-feathers brushing her throat.

Hers was bigger.

A lot bigger.

Was it horror, humor, or paleontological curiosity? Whatever it was, Jaivyn couldn't help but stare at the base of Green's tail. The slit was several inches across, and when it winked, it yawned, revealing a moist shine within that danced with firelight.

The utahraptor's malevolent eyes and fake, quasi-reptilian 'smile' almost seemed to say to him:

“She's got nothing."

A furious squawk from little Red brought Jaivyn back into his absurd reality. The velociraptor twitched and chirped.

Green lay still as a statue.

Jaivyn had half a mind to run past his giant captor, or make a lunge for the SKS while she was in a harmless position, but he remembered the eyes in jungle. Peach and Stripes lay in wait. A horrid idea occurred to him.

What happened to the last warden?

The utahraptor's momentary veneer of silent depredation sent the cogs spinning in the warden's tired brain. If they stopped seeing him as a mate to be courted, would they see him as food? He gulped. Had the last guy. . . ? He could barely form the thought. Had he. . . refused?

A low hiss gargled up from Green's throat.

A cold, stark logic came to Jaivyn. If he went for the velociraptor, the bigger utah would run amok, and probably turn both of them into ravioli. Green seemed the dominant one, and the others unlikely to interfere. Besides, once she was satisfied and out of the way, it would be far easier to escape. If worst came to worst, the others looked less likely to be able to break into the bakkie if he made a dash for it.

Fok, he thought, heart pounding, why am I even thinking like this? He shook his head. It was better than dying. He got to his feet, and wobbled towards the supine giant.

Red rolled upright, tittered forlornly, and dashed off into the jungle.

Jaivyn almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

He approached Green along the side of her ten-foot tail, careful not to make the literally fatal misstep of treading on it in the dark. He balked, heart hammering, when one of the massive toe-claws brushed his side. At this distance, the utahraptor could turn his innards into 'out'ards with a flick of her ankle. He forced himself forward between the thick legs, close enough to brush the down on Green's pelvic boot, and swung his leg over so that he stood straddling her tail. She lay, feet in the air, clawed wings folded on her chest.

Now what?

In a panic, he glanced down at the wrinkled, slightly-protruding cloacal slit. What was he supposed to do, exactly? Did male utahraptors even have dicks? Should he just rub it, or something? He knelt down, still straddling Green's tailbase, and winced as the feathers tickled his inner calves.

The utahraptor craned her neck and watched Jaivyn with one wicked eye, half-avian, half-reptilian head cocked to the side.

Jaivyn sighed in resignation, and ran his hand across her opening. The thin patch of featherless skin behind the boot was pretty rough, covered in tiny, pebbly scales, and the lips of the opening were firm and bumpy.

Green didn't even blink.

Doesn't feel it, Jaivyn thought. Not going to work.

The dinosaur's tail shifted underneath him, and for a few seconds, she winked. This time, Jaivyn could make out more detail: two fleshy interior openings, the larger of which glistened as it gaped. Moisture wept from the cloaca as it snapped shut.

There was more than enough room to put something in that hole.

Jaivyn wrinkled his nose. The lukewarm smell Green had expelled wasn't bad, but it wasn't what he would have called 'arousing'. He shut his eyes, dropped his shorts, and brought himself erect with a sweaty hand.

Close your eyes, Jaivyn thought, and think of England. He softened. Ugggh, no, not literally. He redirected his mental image to that smoldering girl he had screwed in Cape Town once, what was her name again? Agatha? Tabitha? As he did, he fished a trembling hand into his shirt pocket, and stretched a condom over his dick.

“I'm not going to be the chap who starts COVID-20: zoonotic cockrot edition," he muttered.

Jaivyn braced one hand beside the utrahraptor's boot, his fingers rumpling the soft feathers, and put the other around his base of his manhood. Wincing, scarcely believing the ill-fortune that had led him to such an act, he guided himself to the entrance. His tip rubbed uncomfortably against the firm lips. He shut his eyes and visualized Agatha (or was it Tabitha?), blocking out the feathery, razor-toothed monster sprawled out before him.

He pushed.

It went in about an inch.

Jaivyn found his way blocked by soft flesh, warm, though not quite as warm as a human's. Damn. Where was that hole he had seen? Veins pounding, he shifted and prodded, opening his eyes to glance down in disbelief at where his head had popped into the cloaca of a therepod dinosaur four times his size.

Green warbled, and Jaivyn felt her powerful tail flex. The utahraptor propped herself up in a crunch and craned her neck forward close enough for the warden to feel her breath. She cocked her head, trying to peer past her own boot at whatever the hell the human thought it was doing.

Sweat pouring down his forehead, Jaivyn prodded. There! There was an entrance-

No. Too narrow to be the one he was looking for. Jamming his dick down that passage might not end well.

He prodded again, further up. Something was giving way. Could that be-

Thllap.

“Ummmfff!" Jaivyn wheezed as his hips met the matted feathers around Green's cloaca with a wet squelch. The size of the utahraptor's inner vagina had taken him by surprise. He'd bottomed out.

Green chirped curtly and settled back down in her previous position, eyes still locked on the human.

Clutching clumps of emerald feather on the utahraptor's underside, Jaivyn slowly moved his hips about. It would be unfair, he thought, to call it a “hotdog in a hallway" kind of situation, but to call her “tight" would be generous. He could feel the warm (ish) walls of her cooch on all sides, but she was clearly built for something bigger than he packed.

“Phew, should tell that khaki bastard his specimens are broken," Jaivyn said, looking up at Green's long unblinking face, grinning wryly, “'cause I think your kuku's all sideways".

He pulled his hips back.

Out he went.

And in.

Each movement ended with his length loosely encased in softness, while her rough cloaca kissed his hips.

It didn't feel human, but the slick inner walls were more than enough to keep him diamond hard, all thoughts of that nameless girl forgotten. Jaivyn gave the beast a few more slow pumps before he realized that she wasn't moving, or even making a sound.

Not good.

She's got to get off before I do, he thought, or I'm dead.

It was at that moment that clarity that Jaivyn remembered that he had an audience. Peach the deinonychus was squatting not two yards away, his frilled head cocked sideways, watching the action. Stripes had also moved into the clearing and sat somewhat behind him.

Peach snapped his head back in annoyance, and bared his teeth at the dromaeosaurus to his rear_._

Jaivyn did a double-take, eyes wide, almost forgetting where his cock was buried.

Stripes had her muzzle jammed right up under Peach's tail.

The deinonychus yipped and swatted her with his tail fan, then turned his uncanny eyes back to watch Jaivyn.

Stripes did a hop-shuffle forward and jammed her tongue back up. Peach flinched away, but it wasn't enough to prevent a pink, tapered length from dropping down behind him.

“Something wrong with you, pal?" Jaivyn grumbled, as he watched the deinonychus buck, feet stomping, while Stripes attempted to take him into her mouth. “Go get 'er, tiger!" That would certainly solve two of his problems, anyway.

Speaking of problems.

A deep, throaty warble rumbled beneath him. Green's tail flexed, feathers tickling his inner thighs. She clenched, gripping the base of his shaft with her hard lips.

“Whoah, no problem," Jaivyn said, more to himself than to the utahraptor he was impaling, “going to figure this out." Come on, he thought, pushing into Green at the slowest pace he could manage, figure this out, you dumb mampara. If she did have something analogous to a clit or a g-spot, neither seemed to be in the same place as in a woman. Jaivyn experimented with putting pressure on different sides. He angled himself, and tried the back wall.

The massive utahraptor tweeted like a songbird, and almost threw Jaivyn clear with a twist of her tail.

“Like that, do you?" Jaivyn grinned, and pushed ever so slowly downwards in the same place.

Green writhed and batted her winglets, as he ground into the most sensitive depths of her snatch.

He rocked in again. Slowly, deliberately.

And again.

As he ground into the squirming utahraptor, his pace glacial and teasing, Jaivyn found himself at liberty to glance back at Stripes and Peach. Stripes must have finally won out in her advances. The dromaeosaurus female straddled the heftier deinonychus, who lay on his back in the grass beside Green. Peach's pinkish, tapered member wobbled up from the base of his tail, brushing around Stripes' boot as she tried to bring herself down on it.

Peach croaked weakly, looking up at Jaivyn, his feathery mane rumpled and caked with grass. If a face at the midpoint between bird and reptile could have expressed bored resignation, his would have.

Jaivyn gave Green a couple more slow pumps as he watched, scowling in contempt at the he-dinosaur's pathetic display. If that was how their males usually performed, no wonder they had tried to court him instead.

Finally, the striped dromaeosaurus bent her head down between her own legs and forced Peach's limp length upright with her tongue. She brought her vent to it and sunk down, her boot beside his. Not a second wasted, she rolled her hips with steadily increasing speed, balancing herself with her tail and winglets.

The deinonychus whined beneath her.

“Fah!" Jaivyn snorted at him. “Going to show you how its done, you limp lizard." He pulled off his drenched shirt, tossed it into the jungle without bothering to see where it landed, and leered down at Green. The sight of this primeval monster, a killing machine made of claws and teeth, wriggling under his dick like a cheap Cape Town whore, set off something within him. Whether it was rage, triumph, or catharsis, he'd never know. In an act of sheer, crazed lunacy that he would have deemed suicidal minutes earlier, he raised his hand over the back of the utahraptor's upturned thigh.

It came down with a meaty clap.

The five-hundred-odd pound dinosaur jerked and _eep_ed like a robin, eyes wide.

“That's right, birdie," Jaivyn grunted, half-coherently, a maddened grin on his face, “I'm going to make you sing."

And she sang.

Green might not have been tight, but, as Jaivyn thought, every cloud did come with a silver lining. And the silver lining was that he could give her a sloppy hammering that would break a woman.

He fucked her. Brutally.

Each careless thrust pummeled the back wall of the utahraptor's slot, throwing all twenty feet of her into spasms beneath the human, taloned feet clutching and slicing the air dangerously close to Jaivyn's head. She arched her back, head lolling, eyes firmly shut, each warble higher pitched than the last, not caring, or even noticing, that Peach had been pushed up against her side.

Green and Peach writhed against each other where they lay: the utahraptor twisting under Jaivyn's ferocious dicking; the deinonychus croaking and beating his tail about as he weathered Stripes' no less enthusiastic assault. The dromaeosaur rode him mercilessly.

Jaivyn's pelvis ached from the battering it received against Green's rough outer lips. He leaned forward, beside the utahraptor's now sopping boot, snatching tufts of feathers on her belly as he jackhammered her loose cunt into the dirt. The plumage around her vent was plastered flat with his sweat and her juices, and his hips slapped into her in a series of loud, wet _plop_s.

All of a sudden, Green's eyes shot open, meeting his in a sideways stare. She shuddered, squawked hoarsely, and came.

Jaivyn felt her outer lips clench shut, and the heat around him rise to boiling. Thin jets of liquid escaped from Green's vent and shot higher than his head. Caught between the burning, spasming walls, it was too much for him to handle. He gave the big utahraptor two more wobbly thrusts, buried his face in her chest, and exploded.

“Uhhhhhhng." Jaivyn moaned, drained completely. He hung, limp and senseless, on Green's soft underside, her wing claws tickling his ears, his softening length still sunk into the funky cocktail cupped by her gaping vent. “Mmmff. They should have told me you were such a good fuck," he mumbled, delirious, his saliva wetting the utahraptor's breast, “'defective courtship behavior', my arse."

Green warbled, and he felt her nose in his hair.

A series of squeals beside him, accompanied by lurid squelches and Peach's ragged cawing, told him that Stripes had finished her business.

Exhaustion finally caught up to the sleep-deprived warden. He rested his head on the big, green, feather pillow, and the world faded away.

~Intermission~

Jaivyn awoke with a start. He blinked up at the stars. It was still night, and the fire still crackled. He was lying on his back on some sort of soft, uneven bed, with heavy blankets on his shoulders. The bed rose softly, and fell, humming faintly. He snapped into lucidity, remembering where he was.

And what he was lying on.

“Fuck!" He whispered in a sudden, clear-headed panic, as the full realization hit him. “Oh. Fuck." He had fallen asleep on the chest of a twenty foot long carnivorous dinosaur, whose hand-claws lay on his shoulders, and whose knife-toothed mouth was resting on the crown of his head.

Long, infrequent breaths cooled his hair. She was sleeping.

Jaivyn took his bearings, trying to calm himself. He lay on his back, naked as they day he was born, on top of Green's belly, with his legs on either side of her boot. He must have shifted upwards and turned over as he slept. Momentarily horrified, he tried not to think of what would have happened if the heavy utahraptor had rolled over instead.

Utahraptor? He thought, frowning and unmuddling his mind. Oh, yes. The thing he had just performed unspeakable acts upon.

Jaivyn flexed in anticipatory disgust, expecting his legs and crotch to be crusted and sticky. They weren't. Moist, yes, but somehow the mess, which must surely have drenched the spot where he and Green had met, had disappeared.

How? How had-

“Uhhh!" Jaivyn tensed, quickly coming to an understanding of why he had woken up.

He was hard. Rock hard. And the primary contributor to this state was the long, wet muscle cupping the underside side of his erection. It was definitely a tongue, but it was no human's: it ran the whole length of his dick.

The tongue rose, slowly, sliding up, all the way up, until its tip teased Jaivyn's.

A second tongue joined in, thin and agile. It lapped frantically at Jaivyn's base.

He thought of the kind of teeth that must surely be inches from his dick, and jerked upright. Or rather, he attempted to: the utahraptor's deceptively strong arms tensed and gripped down on him, keeping him pinned to her chest. Green hadn't been quite as asleep as he had thought! Jaivyn could do nothing but crane his neck and peer down at the two toothy bird-dragon faces on his crotch.

The velociraptor had her jaws sideways, her muzzle scissoring Jaivyn's base, her thin tongue wriggling around him.

The deinonychus stood above her, his nose at Jaivyn's tip. A thin string of saliva hung between his tongue and the human's shaft.

“Hmm. Explains a lot." Jaivyn said. Then, the full realization hit him. “Ahh! Let me go!" he gasped at Green, feeling her arms clamp down like vices. What was even going on? Was this some kind of set up? The utahraptor had been ready to kill anything that went near him not an hour earlier. Now the crazy birdbrain was holding him down as a 'dude' sucked him off! Jaivyn P. de Lange, Bsc., was a lot of things, but 'gay' wasn't one of them.

Things escalated. Quickly.

After a flurry of squawks and hisses that took place uncomfortably close to his jolly bits, Jaivyn caught a glimpse of a terrible, clawed foot swinging over top of him.

“Achoo!"

He sneezed as a feathery tail swept across his face, then resumed his struggle against Green's arms with twice the vigor once he realized what Peach was up to. The grey-brown deinonychus had straddled Jaivyn's lap backwards, hindquarters and tail towards him, his boot slotted between the human's thighs.

Something soft and wispy dusted Jaivyn's dick.

Peach turned his head, gave the warden a one-eyed leer, and began to sway his hips from side to side. His rump feathers swept back and forth over the tip of the human's shaft.

The soft, fuzzy surface brushing his head was enough to keep Jaivyn hard in spite of himself. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, he rationalized. He had already burnt one bridge and pissed on its ashes by fucking the utahraptor, so what was one more? Besides, it wasn't like he could tell the males and females apart unaided: the deinonychus had big, round eyes, and might possibly be described as 'cute' in his own way, as far as ancient flesh-eating monsters went.

One small problem, Jaivyn thought, watching the peach-feathered rump and thick tailbase sway before him. Unlike with Green, there was only one place Peach was going to be able to take him, and the thought of his bare, unprotected dick going into this over-sized groundeagle's pooper brought a shiver of revulsion. He strained his eyeballs: the condom he had used on Green lay in a puddle on the grass. Just his luck.

The deinonychus didn't give him much time to think about it.

Jaivyn felt the familiar rough lips of a cloaca on his tip, not too different from Green's. The vent parted, and he pressed against a thick, pucker of muscle just inside. He winced. Didn't take a genius to figure out what that was.

Peach warbled. The muscles relaxed, and sank down around him.

It was tight.

Fok, it was tight.

Much, much tighter than the utahraptor's vagina, and in quite a different way. Most of the tightness was at the entrance of the passage, where a ring of powerful, dexterous muscles gripped down on him, relaxing spasmodically to let his length slide further in.

Jaivyn tried not to think of what else had slid through there. Could be worse, he thought, as the deinonychus began to raise his rump again, sliding his clenching exit up the human's length: when he had fucked the utahraptor, all he had been able to see was her face and a chestful of green feathers.

This time he had a better view.

Peach's crested neck bobbed in front of him, his stiff tailfan waving about beside the human's face. Looking down the tail, Jaivyn had a good view of the deinonychus's fuzzy hindquarters. He saw the lips of the male's vent kissing the skin of his loins each time he lowered. When Peach was all the way up, Jaivyn could actually peer right into the cloaca and catch a quick glimpse of his head stretching the deinonychus's anal ring, the pink tip of the submissive male's useless phallus wagging loosely from the slit below.

The first couple times, it was pretty rough. The saliva on Jaivyn's dick was enough to wet Peach's entrance, but the dinosaur's narrow insides were sufficiently dry to cause them both some discomfort. The deinonychus pointed his muzzle to the sky and made soft gargling noises, as, slowly and carefully, he worked himself up and down, occasionally tensing and tossing his crest as he was raked dry.

Fortunately, little Red came to the rescue. The next time Peach rose, she poked her long snout under his hindquarters and lapped greedily around the exposed part of Jaivyn's shaft.

Lubricated by the additional velociraptor saliva, each further movement was slicker than the last until Jaivyn slid into the male deinonychus almost as easily as he had into the female utahraptor.

“That's better, girl," Jaivyn said, ruffling a cream-colored thigh.

Peach leered back at Jaivyn, eyes lidded (though from the side), and gave him a saucy clench. Then, he balanced himself with his wing-arms, and began to bounce in earnest. His soft rump met Jaivyn with muffled ffup_s,_ and his tailfan tickled the human's nose.

Up.

And down.

Each time, the slick, tight exit to Peach's gut caressed the length of the human's shaft, powerful hind-muscles gripping and slackening. The deinonychus let out a chirrup that Jaivyn couldn't help but find endearing whenever his vent touched skin. Jaivyn settled on Green's soft, rising breast, felt her tongue wet his hair, and moaned as Peach rode him.

Wait.

Lie back? Get ridden? But if you were the passive one, didn't that make you gay? Yes, he had definitely heard something to that effect, somewhere.

“No no no," Jaivyn hissed through gritted teeth. “Not how it's going to work." He reached forward and seized the deinonychus's hips, stopping him mid-grind.

Peach stared back at him and gargled indignantly, trying to push down.

“Nuh uh, you feathery faggot," Jaivyn said. “You don't fuck me. I fuck you. Here's lesson number two:"

He pulled Peach down and thrust upwards, bruising his loins on the male's rough cloaca.

The deinonychus squawked and gave him a faceful of tail.

Again, Jaivyn pulled and bucked, And again.

Ffup. Ffup. Ffup.

Now, he had control.

In hindsight, it was yet another bout of insanity. If the deino hadn't been 'game', he could easily have liberated Jaivyn's calves from his fibulae with a single bite. But Peach seemed happy enough to play along: he bowed his fierce head and slackened his ring submissively, letting the human use his cunt at whatever pace he willed. Which, of course, Jaivyn did. It wasn't long before the full, curved length of the dinosaur's own penis dropped down from his vent. Jaivyn felt its weight rubbing against his inner thigh.

“See?" Jaivyn said, kneading Peach's rump feathers as he fucked him, “That's how you do it."

Suddenly, Jaivyn felt pinpricks on his foot, sharp as needles. He tensed, bucking up double-hard and eliciting a squeak from Peach. Past the deinonychus's bouncing haunches, he saw the little red velociraptor eyeing their activities from up close, her clawed 'hand' braced on his leg.

“Whoa! Ah, fok!"

Peach's inner sphincter clamped down with such intensity that Jaivyn feared emasculation. He saw Red's gracile face, her narrow snout obscured by Peach's boot. Her beady little eyes met Jaivyn's in an evil, reptilian expression.

Her toothy muzzle glided forward.

And back.

Jaivyn felt the male on his lap clench and shudder, a rasping sound escaping his deadly maw.

“Oh," he jeered, snatching Peach's tail with both hands and making him chirp with a couple quicker thrusts, “so now it's all right if a lady sucks you off, you dickmongling moffie. Guess all you needed was a cock up your- mmmmrrrrmmmff!"

Jaivyn was was interrupted by a flexible wetness forcing its way into his mouth. Rows of bone-crushing teeth brushed his cheeks, set in a jaw that could cave his face like a rotten watermelon. Instinctively, he brought his arms up to grab the intruder, and found himself with a handful of silvery fuzz. His eyes focused, and he got a very, very close up view of Stripes' face: the little dinosaur was rugged, though pleasant in a 'bulldoggish' sort of way.

And she was Frenching him.

“Mmmmff!" Jaivyn struggled to breathe as her thick, semi-reptilian tongue slobbered around his.

She released him with a wet slurp.

Jaivyn gasped for breath. No way that's natural, he thought, who taught her that? As he pondered, he gave Peach (who had taken the human's distraction as an opportunity to begin riding again of his own accord) a sharp thrust, just to remind the subordinate male who was running the show.

But Stripes wasn't done yet. A blur of silver and black blotted out Jaivyn's field of vision.

Green's squawk vibrated beneath him. He felt the utahraptor shift to accommodate the extra weight as Stripes straddled her chest.

And his face.

Stripes pressed into him. The feisty little female wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.

Fighting back his gag-reflex, Jaivyn seized her fuzzy thighs, kissed her tough outer lips, then parted them. He nearly choked as his tongue brushed over something puckered, but soon found his mark. Got to make this quick, he thought. If the overeager dragonbird stayed on his face for too long, he'd probably suffocate.

He curled his tongue upwards, and lapped at Stripes' back wall.

Her thighs trembled in his hands.

He came out to breathe with a moist pop . . .

. . . And Green replaced him.

“Whoa there," he said, looking up in amazement. “You nasty old chicken!"

Hot saliva wet Jaivyn's hair as the utahraptor cupped the little dromaeosaurus's entire hindquarters with her tongue. One massive squelch, and the whole of Stripes' rear and undertail sopped with spit. Jaivyn watched in disbelief from below, as Green pressed her nose behind the other female's boot.

Stripes screeched as her vent was stretched to breaking by the tip of a massive, quivering tongue.

If Jaivyn hadn't already been hard as platinum, the scene he soon witnessed above him would have accomplished as much.

Wing-arms spread for balance, Peach threw back his flexible neck and locked tongues, upside-down, with Stripes. The deinonychus warbled weakly into her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, each time Jaivyn's loins struck his vent. She let out muffled chirrups into his, as the bigger female spread her open from behind.

Stripes was the first to go.

The spray wet Jaivyn's hair. Before he was forced to shut his eyes, he saw glistening rivulets running down Green's tongue. The utahraptor's throat bulged behind him.

Gurgling, Stripes slid from Green's chest and landed in a heap.

Peach was next.

The deinonychus croaked brokenly as he shot down the little velociraptor's throat, his spasming hind-muscles snatching and releasing Jaivyn's shaft. Red spluttered and wrung her head-feathers with a moist prrrrrt, staring down cross-eyed at her own dripping muzzle.

My turn, Jaivyn thought, feeling Green's arms finally slacken their hold. He pushed Peach. The deinonychus squawked and toppled forward onto the grass, face down, rump up, pulling free of Jaivyn with a moist ffpop. The warden rolled off of Green and got to his feet. He heard the utahraptor groan and stretch her stiff muscles as she turned upright. Painfully erect, heart still pounding, Jaivyn planted himself beside Peach's tailfan and gave the male's haunches a swift clap.

“Come on. Not done yet."

Peach perked and gave a breathy, rattling chirrup. The spent deinonychus splayed his shaky feet as far out as they would go (which wasn't far), put his breast to the earth, and raised his tail. Hindquarters trembling, he shot a triumphant sidelong glare at the onlooking females.

Stripes hissed.

Green snorted.

“Fucking hell!" Jaivyn gasped, impressed and horrified by Peach's heroic attempt at outdoing even the utahraptor's gape. “Tell you what, maat: we're even. I teach you a lesson, you teach the ladies one." He grinned. “Speaking of which. . ."

Jaivyn planted his feet. Down flew as he seized the featherdragon's tattered tailbase.

Nose proudly in the air, Peach didn't even flinch as he was hilted in a single stroke.

Jaivyn took him.

Heart thumping, heat rising within him, he pistoned effortlessly past the slack hind-muscles of the deinonychus, his head pummeling past the ever-looser anus into the rectal passage with wet plupps of spit and pre. Peach held his muzzle raised and steady as he was 'bred', eyes gleaming defiantly at the watching females, only the faintest of squeaks escaping his maw each time the human patted into his cream-feathered rump. Looking down, past where his dick blurred into the deinonychus's undertail, Jaivyn could see the dinosaur's own member, limp and dripping from its recent release, flopping wildly between its shaking ankles.

Jaivyn knew he wouldn't last long: he pulled his length almost all the way out of the feathered predator's slick shithole before slamming it back in, again and again.

Peach whined softly, hiked his tail, and dug in his hind-claws as he took it. Jaw shut stoically, he arched his neck to fix Jaivyn with a round-eyed, backwards stare.

“Don't make this any gayer than it has to be," Jaivyn grunted.

Fuck it, he thought. Peach was kind of cute. And the noises he was starting to make. . .

The warden reached out and ruffled the dinosaur's soft crest. Peach chirruped, and clamped down to hug the human's length, ever so gently: not enough to slow him down, but just enough to put him over the edge.

“Such a, ummmff, good girl," Jaivyn panted, loins afire, each thrust jerkier than the last.

The deinonychus let out a long, quiet croak as the human flooded his guts.

They separated. Jaivyn found himself sitting on the grass. A warm, heaving weight pressed into his side as Peach squatted stiffly next to him and laid his head across his legs. The warden gave his maat's still trembling ankle a gentle rub, daring to run a finger over the killing claw. As he did so, he leaned back and admired his own handiwork. The deinonychus hung wide open after the pounding he had received: his puffy rectal walls throbbed and contracted visibly within him, glistening with moisture in the firelight. A single, thin gob of human ejaculate dribbled out of him and slid down his retracting phallus.

“Just so you know," Jaivyn said to Green (who was eyeing him, head cocked to the side) “I'm not gay." He pointed at Peach. “He is."

At this, 'Red' the velociraptor trotted around from where she had been spectating. She tittered as she peered under Peach's tail. She squawked and jumped back when the deinonychus tensed, shuddered, and shot a long, glistening rope of Jaivyn's cum out from his vent.

“Ugh, please, no!" Jaivyn groaned in fresh horror at the velociraptor, who had set about rubbing her chest against his arm and bobbing her head. “I just can't." He hadn't managed three in a row since his college days. It just wasn't possible. Besides, the larger of the birdlizards now lay spent and harmless, eyes lidded, chests heaving.

He stood, and judged the distance to the bakkie. Yes, surely now was the time to make his exit.

Red chirruped.

An hour later, Jaivyn lay on his side on the grass beside the embers of the fire, the velociraptor's soft back tickling his belly, her tail draped over his legs. The terror of his original encounter long forgotten, he almost found it comforting to see Green, Stripes and Peach nestled around him, warming themselves by the fire as they slept together under the glow of the cool Madagascar dawn.

He rubbed Red's belly as, tenderly, he moved half of his length within her. It was all he could manage with the tiny velociraptor, but she didn't seem to mind. She lay on her side in front of him, hugged her legs to her chest and warbled quietly, nuzzling Jaivyn's chin with the tip of her narrow snout as she was taken. Jaivyn didn't mind either: after all of his fear-fueled exertions, a lazy, casual go at it was very welcome.

“Don't think I'd forget you," Jaivyn murmured, stroking Red's fuzzy throat. “Just wouldn't be fair, would it?" The warden sighed, picked up his pace slightly, and wondered if it would come off as strange if he asked for a contract extension two days in.

~Epilogue~

“You ever try to sneak in like that again, I'll gut you for real."

Peach ignored Green's threat, ripping a chunk of meat from the still struggling prey locked under his talons. Rivulets of blood trickled down his featherless lips, as he threw his head back and gulped down the steaming morsel.

“Better leave some for me," Stripes said, from where she nestled against the utahraptor's flank.

The deinonychus hunched protectively, digging hooked toe claws into his meal like it was about to run away on him (which it was). “Not a chance," he said, “I haven't eaten in forever." He wriggled his tail and lifted one leg gingerly. “And it was a lucky thing, too."

Stripes retched like she had young to feed. “Uckk! Gross."

Peach belched. “The last one had a little shell full of slippery stuff, like you get when you bite into liver. It was very nice. Do you think I could get this one to bring some next time? Could we teach it to talk?"

“Teach it to talk? Teach it to talk? Heeheehee!" The red velociraptor tittered from her perch on Green's back. “They're far too stupid. They can't even figure out how to clean off all those weird leaves stuck to them, or hunt without their magic sticks."

“Smart enough to leave your puny clawscratch for last," came Green's rumbling voice.

“Not fair! Not fair! It only chose you because it thought you'd eat it if it didn't."

The utahraptor chortled, and ran her tongue along the daggers in her mouth.

“You say it like I wouldn't have."