[p] The Raptor Docility Project, chapter 6
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
The saga continues as a monthly reward for a patron! No smut this chapter (though references to past events still probably make it NSFW); the raptors take their first steps into the outside world...
One and all, the raptors were astonished. There was more? More? They had been skeptical of Bluebell at first, disbelieving the indigo female’s eager attempts to show them something which would change their world wholly and entirely. But upon seeing her work the mechanism and then taking in the enormity of the world outside, each of them knew:
It didn’t matter whether the humans they had chosen as their mates stuck around inside or not. What they needed was to go free. This was impressed upon them indelibly by their instincts; their drive to break out of the enclosure seemed but a prelude now that they had a whole world to work with. And that was far from the only instinct spurring them on. They were urged to claim mates as well, each of them.
Mates…
Flame thought back to his chosen mate. The human had been so delicious to break; hearing her voice waver as he’d fucked into her, feeling her cunt betray itself and clench down as his spines had stroked her inner walls, that had been true loveliness.
But if he was going to lead his pack to the world outside, what would that mean for her? He’d lashed her to the cage with that twisted bar, but that was when he’d not known the world as anything more than halls, enclosures, and humming lights. If she was to remain healthy as she inevitably swelled, she couldn’t remain like that.
As the alpha turned to stalk back into the halls, he impressed upon his pack the need to hunt down supplies. This would likely be their last time in their old confines. The other three happily moved to ransack the facility, claiming their former captors’ goods as their own.
For his part, Flame returned to his old enclosure. Strange… even just this morning he had been satisfied, more or less, with it, but now the world outside this lab made it seem so small. He trotted back over to the woman he’d claimed, passing by the other female—her tummy still distended from the sheer volume Sunny had pumped into her, though that was slowly diminishing as his seed trickled out of her—and the sprawled male who was at the bottom of the humans’ hierarchy. Both had been fucked into unconsciousness.
Fran was slumped against the cage, held up by her hands. She was still naked, clad in nothing but red welts. The closer he got, the more certain he was. His sexual quirk was an extremely potent seed… it would act fast. He could already smell the changes in her chemistry.
He had no doubt she would carry his young to term.
Deftly reaching up, he untwisted the metal and Fran slumped over with a groan, stirring but not waking. Regarding her for a moment, Flame considered taking her again—but then decided against it. He leaned over and lapped a long stripe along her back, the compound he secreted deterring any potential predators from her.
By the time he returned, the other raptors had raided the humans’ food stores. Bluebell had found a jar of their favorite treats, cranberries, and was managing to work how to unscrew it. They gorged themselves on the foods, saving some for the alpha, and Flame gratefully chomped down the berries. With their aromatic sweetness lending them strength, they finally stepped outside.
The sun had not yet risen, but it was close to dawn. The sky burned amber, the light—real, natural light—filtering down onto the raptors for the first time. They regarded it with awe. This was… a whole new world, a new experience. They stood together as a pack, feeling anxious, waiting for the world to throw something unexpected at them, to try to break them in—but it didn’t, and slowly anxiousness bled into confidence. As one, they began to stalk about their exciting new world.
Nellis was just finishing up his coffee—what cup was he on again?—when the timer beeped. Time for his last patrol of the day. He rose with a groan, feeling the creak in his old bones. None of the crew had left—another all-nighter, it seemed. It wasn’t out-of-character for them, but he always made a point to check up on them come morning and see if any needed a drive home. He trotted out into the compound as dawn broke, Bells, his trusty German Shepherd, trotting at his heels.
Something was… different about the compound, he thought. Something he couldn’t place. He was tense, on edge; Bells could sense it too.
When he got to the door, he was astonished to find it open. But none of the crew had left… had they? “Stay here, girl,” he ordered, and Bells barked once, dutifully guarding the entryway. Then Nellis hobbled in.
Once inside, he could tell something had happened. There were signs of a struggle… he pressed in deeper until he came upon an indoor enclosure.
What he saw astonished him. Each of the three scientists were there in the enclosure, and they were all unconscious and naked. His nose wrinkled. The place, it reeked of sex—recent sex—but the smell was… off, somehow. Unfamiliar.
Well, his duty was to help.
He hobbled over to Z, trying to shake the young man awake. He groaned and was incoherent but didn’t seem hurt except for a few scrapes. Nellis glanced at the ladies, apologizing mentally for seeing their nudeness (he at least tried to be a gentleman, after all). Sarah was in much the same state as Z, though her stomach was sliiiiightly bloated as if she’d just eaten a lot of food. Fran was a bit worse, with what looked like welts on her body and some serious bruising around her wrists, but still no alarming damage.
Though he was trying to preserve their dignity, it hadn’t escaped Nellis that both women had cum caked around their loins which definitely didn’t seem to be theirs. Nellis immediately dismissed Z as the culprit; judging from his pulse, he seemed to have been the first to pass out. But then who…?
Nellis shook his head. He lifted Z with a grunt, took him to the medical station, then grabbed blankets for the ladies and took them back. He took Fran in next, then went back for Sarah, noting clinically as he hefted her that her belly had resumed its normal size.
When he took Sarah into the medical station, Z was still out—but Fran had regained consciousness.
She was crying, face in her hands.
Nellis set down Sarah and tried to converse, but she was inconsolable, in the middle of what might have been a panic attack. Fragments emerged from her mouth: “Z and Sarah, my fault—never should have—why did it feel good—they completely got us—escaped—”
“Who are ‘they’?” Nellis pressed. “Who escaped? What did this to you?”
Hiccupping through her tears, Fran looked up at him. “Raptors, Nellis! We engineered them to be intelligent, and they turned on us and—and they—”
He breathed out. He’d known they were doing some genetic thing, though he’d been smart enough not to ask for details. He’d have expected predators to go on the hunt, but it seemed their goals had been more carnal than carnivorous.
“Where are they now?” he said, wishing desperately he was better armed.
“They escaped, Nellis,” Fran whispered. “They escaped.”
Near the entryway, Bells stood sentinel. She was a good dog. Loyal, courageous, clever. Her master had instructed her to guard this place, so she would.
But she was only one creature, in the end. And though she could sense something was amiss, she had no idea that beasts from beyond her epoch were eying her. The raptors recognized her as a potential threat—but thanks to their canine programming and Bells’s own pheromones (for Nellis had not yet had her fixed; he wanted puppies) they also recognized her as something else entirely:
A potential mate.
They were bigger than her, smarter than her, and they had far more numbers. Bells didn’t know it yet, but she was about to be bred full of something far more exotic than puppies.