[p] The Raptor Docility Project, chapter 3
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
Another patron reward! Z finds the raptors enjoying themselves at his expense--and the heady scent instigates old memories...
Bluebell’s pussy was heaven.
Z moaned, pinned by the raptor and not even caring, the alpha female squatting over him and showing off her slit to her onetime captor. Z ate her out, licking furiously, burying his face in her cunt. It was incredible, overstimulating, already better than the best sex he’d ever had. He could feel his cock growing, unconstrained by his pants since Pinky had shredded them; he felt the warm wetness of a mouth against his cock and he thrust up, groaning. That had to be Pinky.
Bluebell’s pussy washed over him, the scent heady and forceful, sharp and musky and encompassing. It was enveloping his mind. As Z slurped at her pussy, tongue dipping into her folds, she crooned and he was rewarded with even more of the numbness. It was like the sensation of a leg falling asleep, but for his thoughts… somewhere amidst the dimming clarity, he recalled observing that Bluebell’s pussy juices had a curious effect on the other raptors. Fran had supposed that they might be aphrodisiac—addictive, perhaps even psychoactive. An unintended side effect of the genetic manipulations.
It seemed to hit mammals harder.
As he was swallowed by the sensations of Bluebell’s cunt and Pinky’s attention, the psychoactive effects of Bluebell’s pussy intensified, and he started to hallucinate, reliving memories as if he was there again.
It had been a little under two years prior. The first attempt at recreating raptors had failed, and everyone had been in a despairing mood, especially Fran. For Z, heading home early, the only thing to look forward to was more time spent with his girlfriend, Rebecca.
When he got home, he heard sounds—sounds of passionate moaning. He knew that voice.
Creeping to his and Rebecca’s shared bedroom, he spied her arms clasped tight around a man from his neighborhood he barely knew, the two of them moaning in unison. “Such a bigger cock than his,” Rebecca moaned as Z’s neighbor sunk into her, making her quiver and clutch his bare back so tight that her fingernails left angry red streaks on his skin. “Fuck, and you’re lasting longer too—he’s gone so much, you’d at least think he’d make up for it by being a good lay—”
The sight had ruined him.
He was not a brute, the sort of person to angrily or violently confront even a betrayal like this. He left as quietly as he came, wandering the streets until he broke down, crying in an alley behind a nearby grocer. The person who found him was Sarah.
She told him that she’d seen how harsh he’d taken the project’s failure and had followed him home just to make sure he was going to be alright. She too had observed what was happening with Rebecca. Offering to put him up for a few days until he found a cheap studio apartment, he accepted. That night he broke up with Rebecca over text. When she asked why, he just replied “I’m gone too much and not even a good lay, apparently.”
She’d blocked him after that.
He’d thrown himself into his work with renewed vigor, doing his best (despite Fran’s scoldings) to help make some raptors. Their next attempt had succeeded, and the four they made quickly matured, as designed, and the pink female always seemed to have eyes for him…
And how stupid was he, to not notice that Sarah had been the same? She’d been the only reason he’d bounced back so quick after Rebecca’s cheating.
A lick to his cock made him groan and shook him out of memory. Bluebell was gone, probably to investigate one of the other raptor/human pairings; now it was just Pinky, still keeping him pinned and slurping his cock.
He sniffed and realized he was crying again. The memory had been just too real.
Pinky looked at him with concern, stopping her attentions and shifting awkwardly—and then the pink dino reached over cautiously with one claw and with surprising delicateness wiped the tear away. She cocked her head and chirped.
Z groaned. Bluebell might have been gone, but fuck if he wasn’t still horny. Pinky clearly wanted him, had always wanted him, that much was clear. And maybe it was the sudden sharpness of remembering Rebecca’s betrayal or the lingering effects of Bluebell’s fluids, but he found the idea of fucking her surprisingly enticing.
“Pinky,” he said, his voice low and lustful, “do you want to make me happy?” Despite her pinning weight, he was able to thrust his hips up high, rubbing his erection against her—and if she didn’t understand his words, she definitely got the memo from the gesture.
Chirruping gladly, Pinky dipped down, rubbing her pussy lips against his cock, making them both gasp with stimulation, before she released her pressure. Almost mechanically, Z got up, guided by lust, and grabbed her tail. Hoisting it up, he slammed home into her, making her squeal with delight. Oblivious to what else was going on in the enclosure (indeed, Bluebell’s aphrodisiac had all but erased the predicaments of Fran and Sarah from his mind) Z just furiously rutted into Pinky over and over, glad to finally have a willing partner, rewarded by her happy squeals as her long held dream finally came true. Z grunted incredulously as Pinky’s walls outright massaged his cock, a sexual quirk of hers not unlike Bluebell’s unique fluids. Z was happy to go for a bit, his mind still joyously fuzzy, until he hitched out of her.
Pinky chirped in dismay, but Z merely leaned against a small nearby hill, the grasses dark in the power outage, and murmured for Pinky to take charge. Even if she didn’t get his words, his body language held true. She pinned him again, Z not minding this time around, and rode his cock with the excited energy only a wild creature could produce. Z leaned back, mind reeling and happily hazy; Bluebell’s effects on him were like taking shrooms and Viagra at the same time. He couldn’t think straight and he was horny as hell.
He came quickly from Pinky’s attentions and the female raptor beamed with pride, continuing to ride him, using him to stroke her own inner recesses. When she finally came, it was with a buoyant chirp, squirting all over Z’s hips and the grass inside the enclosure. Z leaned back, murmuring something incoherent, his eyes heavy, as Pinky slowly slipped off of him, cuddling close to the human she had spent her whole life pining after and happily drifting to sleep.