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A mysterious figure works slowly in a dimly-lit lab, her only light source a small hooded lamp hinging from the ceiling. Her long black hair is in tangles and soft brown eyes show hints of weariness. It's been a long day. The nametag on her long white lab coat reads "Daphne James". A brilliant chemist and scientist partly responsible for the reconstruction of Raptors. Ancient beasts from a cretaceous period of earth millions of years ago.

A super virus had devastated the human species. Carelessly evolved thanks to big pharma and spread by globalization. Just the latest global disaster big corporations would be the cause to and cure for. And so she and her husband were the head researchers of a team in charge of the “Lazarus" project. A bit cliché most certainly, but appropriate for a project geared towards the preservation and revival of humankind.

They had made great strides in recombining and altering DNA, mostly work geared towards creating animal/human hybrids that could weather the coming storm. However, the talking heads wanted a show of force, an irrefutable proof of concept. So of course they would want to have a dick-measuring contest with father time…

Daphne never saw the appeal in dinosaurs herself, a woman much more focused on the present than the past. But with time and effort they had managed to recreate the apex predators better than ever before. Countless samples, minute strands of dna here and there they parsed out and used complex algorithms to fill in. Dozens of test species, taking the most stable and desirable attributes from each successive generation.

Even after finally completing their magnum opus they had of course felt it necessary to improve upon the template with some personal touches. The final product was large, sleek and powerful. Humanlike in intelligence, abstract thought, comprehension and problem solving. Their arms were no longer the comical clawed stubs, but long powerful and fully functional limbs with wholly dextrous clawed 4-digit hands.

They were every bit the fetishized beasts of Jurassic park and more. Besides one of Daphne's favorite additions, the gorgeous and full plumage of colorful feathers the males displayed along the crests, crowns and napes of their heads.

One in particular held Daphne's interest. Out of a clutch of 9 Raptors from the first totally successful batch only #7 seemed to be a real troublemaker, yet in all the best ways. He was intuitive and endlessly curious, anything he did not understand he sought to comprehend. He had to examine every new thing and listen in on every conversation.

He was the largest male in the pens, his scales a gorgeous shamrock green with a thick stripe of orange running horizontally along his sides and joining together at his flanks to crest and flow down his tail. His underside was an eggshell white from sternum and downward to his thighs and lower tail. Lastly his gorgeous plumage, the great mane that crowned his head with vibrant reds, oranges and greens. Easily the best specimen of the batch.

Everything about him was stellar. He was always the first to rise, always examining the researchers as much as they were examining him. Every new tool they were given he was the first to have and decipher. He even began imitating the researchers writing in their clipboards, slowly learning to write by mimicry until he could scrawl full sentences onto a digital board they gave him. The raptors of course couldn't speak in human tongue. They weren't given the necessary internal structure. But #7 seemed to understand every word written and spoken in just the years worth of time it took for the accelerated growth to wear off when they hit maturity.

And what a time for it to happen. Daphne thought to the morning, she was in the open observation room above the raptor pens with her fellow researchers. Light chirps and squeaks could be heard below as a fresh clutch of eggs had hatched just a week prior. the little "squeakers" as they were called, were of great interest to the scientists. Given the subject she had lamented to her fellow researchers about her non-existent sex life. It was simple girl talk as she admitted it was her time of the month, the optimal for her own “babymaking" to a few teases and giggles.

#7 perked at the light gossip, clinging to Daphne's rather personal admission and banter. Perhaps it was the hormones of maturity or his natural curiosity. But he wouldn't leave Daphne alone for the day. He followed her along the great bars of the pens and glass walkways separating them. He sniffed the air, light chirrups and growls as he drew her attention to his impressive bestial shaft peeking from his genital slit. It dripped with his arousal, the musky juices trapped in his vent coating the length to ensure it remained lubricated and glistening for any lucky female to see.

Daphne could smell the heady and sour musk of the rutty beast. Silently cursing herself for one of many improvements she had personally made to the raptors genitals. He was staggeringly potent, Each breath she could virtually feel his presence and taste his pungent and commanding sex in the back of her throat as it teased her senses. It was an obvious proposition, shockingly bold even for him. Daphne would be lying if she had denied her eyes lingered on his footlong reptilian cock, again some of her finest work. Great uniform frills ran down the underside of his shaft, thick ribs along the entire length that would plunge fluids deep into any lucky female (or male) he entered. The tip was tapered, but blunted. Enough that his naturally slick fluids would ensure entry to any hole regardless of resistance, but not so pointed as to be a useless fleshy dart. And of course his girth, his marvelous shaft expanded nicely, reaching his great gential slit leaving no wasted flesh or space against the flush and uniform vent pushed out entirely and waiting to meet the entrance of his mate as he locks them together~

Daphne shuddered and pulled her eyes away, her heart rising to her throat as she swallowed her taboo desires. She would never betray her husband, nor herself by having sex with an animal!

Still, the event was frustrating, far too tempting for it to be safe or natural. She hurredly punched in her security code and excused herself to other work for the day as Seven watched onward, fixated on her.

And now thinking of males...Daphne turned her head to the doorway, heaving a sigh as she looked to the vacant lab coat resting on the rack. The tag read “Theodore James", her beloved husband. He was away on important business, out of the labs and leaving his wife to handle the day-to-day operation. He had always had the worst timing. They had been trying for children for ages, but with their busy schedules it simply hadn't been feasible. They were either too exhausted from work to get down to business or far too busy to risk it with the project so close to completion.

For months Daphne was hopelessly unsatisfied!

Rather unfortunately, just as the project was finally winding down, just when she thought she had the chance for some desperately needed intimacy. He had to scuttle off on some unknown project in the main city. Daphne had been unable to satisfy her needs and it was driving her mad. It was little wonder she could hardly pry her eyes from Seven, he was offering her just what her body cried for.

She had opted to stay late in the labs processing samples rather than go home to an empty house. Rather than find some wine and make business with a useless toy.

She was near a breaking point and she knew it.

She needed the touch and passion of a real male.

Heaving a sigh and pushing back the constant irritation of unmet need, she scribbled down the next results and labeled a petri dish. The work was slow, boring and almost entirely automated. All she had to do was slip in different genetic samples, categorize them and wait for the processor to spit out numbers so she could mark them down and store the results for later reference.

Her eyes drifted to a nearby sample of one of their many experimental drugs. A small vial she was using to drip a dollop into each sample with a transparent liquid in it and labeled “Fertility Serum#1198". It was one of the more recent attempts they made at hybrids, a little something cooked up in the labs but ultimately failed to go anywhere. The watery substance in that vial could turn any female into a functional womb for nearly any creature. And on paper it sounded like this drug was just what the project had needed.

The problem came from the fact that the resultant young would still essentially be pure-blooded products of the father. Only a few minimal changes such as colouration, some adjustment to size and intelligence could be attributed to the mother. And now Daphne was sat in a lab, long after everyone else had gone home as she tried to find some alternate uses for the drug so they could effectively market it for cash flow.

There was an odd hiss, a loud shunk and clacking of something along the floors in the halls. It sounded like someone opening one of the larger lab doors and...moving something, perhaps? Daphne perked her ears, curious but not bothering to turn her head as she tapped her pen against her cheek.

The staff should be gone at this time of night. Only her and a barebones janitorial and security team should even occupy the building. But looking to her clock she noted security wouldn't sweep through here for an hour at minimum and janitorial had already come through 20 minutes ago.

“So who…?"

The sound of rolling bearings and frame met her ears, a wash of cool clean air from the halls as someone opened the reinforced door to her lab. She had clearly marked it as do not disturb, and only her code and a few select staff should even be able to bypass her lock!

She turned to see and possibly scold whomever it was, but any fury that she had built up fizzled out the instant she saw the towering silhouette of a raptor illuminated by the exterior lights. She was speechless, frozen with shock, confusion and fear as it stepped into the room. It closed the door slowly, turning the knob until they heard the audible snap and beep of the automated lock engaging.

Its claws scraped and tapped against the tile flooring as it approached, a deep rumbling hiss rolling through it's throat as it sucked in the stale air of the lab. Stepping into the light of the solitary lamp hanging over her work station, Daphne gazed in horror at the tattoo emblazoned on it's neck in bold black characters.

#7

He moved quickly, jutting forward, pushing her back against the counters as she yelped and trembled. Her hand pressed to his snout on reflex as his large and powerful form forced her to slide back against the smooth surface and scatter her tools and paperwork as the analyser thrummed beside them.

He was over her in an instant, his powerful chest looming over her, his great neck craning downward as he hissed lightly in her ear. Daphne was speechless, her heart pounding in her ears with adrenaline and terror as Seven appraised his trophy.

She could only stutter out fearful whimpers and nonsense, squeaking his name as one of his powerful hands gripped her right arm and slammed it to the counter, pinning her as the second trailed down her body with a razor-sharp claw.

How could this have happened?? What was he doing!?

She could feel him dig his claw into the hem of her pants, rubbing the blunt top of the keratinous blade into her soft thigh before he pulled downward, tugging off her pants and panties in a single flourish and discarding them to the side in a heap. She was suddenly exposed, pinned and shivering with fear and confusion as his warm breath rolled over her body, his great daggerlike teeth always barely shown as he churred and hissed with excitement.

His claw tapped against the counter, just by her head. She pried her eyes from his slitted reptilian orbs to see him pantomiming the security codes. Each 4 taps a new code from one of the staff as he memorized each and every one.

Daphne turned back to him in shock, looking back to the claws as she heard what she swore was a throaty reptilian chuckle as he even traced the routes of security and janitorial. Oh gods, they had been planning this for weeks. He could have left whenever he wanted! All the raptors could…

“What have we done…"

She made a pathetically weak attempt to escape, a light struggle as he hissed and released her arm only to plant his palm on her shoulder and glide his claw along her neck. He pressed her down with his incredible strength, stealing the breath for her lungs as he lowered his snout and gave a single growling hiss of warning as she teared up and whimpered in defeat.

Gods, was this how she died…?

She surrendered, fearfully, unsure what to do as he released her shoulder, sliding his right arm downward and gripping her shin. He tugged it upward, letting her yelp and shudder before she could feel something hot and wet rubbing her thigh. Something slick…

Her eyes shot open, raising her head to look downward for a moment. She shivered, gazing at his enormous footlong reptilian cock, the thick frills and ridges slick with his arousal before his other palm gripped her head and pressed her against the counter once more.

“N-no please…" a pathetic whimper for mercy she squeaked as she could feel him kissing her vulva with the tip, the blunt taper rimming her entrance before sliding in.

She could only gasp and scream feeling him sliding into her, a light squeal and gasp as he rapidly thickened.

“HNgk, auugh…" a hopless cry as she could feel him easing in every inch. She could feel the first of the frills kissing her lips, rubbing her walls as Seven crooned in delight. She was so incredibly hot inside, her pussy nice and tight, untouched by a REAL male as he claimed his 'mothers' cunt and thrust another few inches in to milk out her cries and moans.

Fuck, he was so thick! Daphne could barely handle it, that long bestial cock was stretching her to her limits. No human cock could compare. She could feel more than half of him inside her already, prodding her cervix with that nefarious taper as he stirred his length, savouring how her walls clamed down tight to milk at a superior cock.

She had needed this for so long, feeling him slowly withdraw, feeling the frills and ribs aggressively scrub and tug on her insides as her toes curled with pleasure. She was helpless, dominated and pinned as he began to slowly slide inward, not to be gentle, but to show her who was in charge.

Another light pump, a tug and shove as she yelped and groaned. He began to pump in earnest, shoving 8 inches of his dino dick in and out of her straining pussy, scratching her itch and fucking her deeper than her pathetic husband ever could, better than any human. He would spoil her, make her his and shape her womb for his cock.

The room rang with light hisses and grunts, meager moans and gasps as Daphne heaved out trembling breaths, helpless to do anything but watch the pleasured expressions of her rapist and watch his body rock as she felt every inch pounding into her.

She tried to resist, tried to remember her husband. Her walls clamped as a thick frill attacked her clit, the ribs inside squishing her G-spot as she squealed and gasped. She arched her back and moaned, the spike in pleasure making her struggle weakly before Seven put it down again, pining her growling aggressively as he slammed against her dual buttons again to milk out those sweet feminine cries.

Her breath grew ragged, he was savouring her, making her his puppet with each shove. He was stirring his cock before pistoning in and out, making her shout and sob in helpless bliss until the precise assault of the predatorial beast made her scream.

Her insides clamped around his monstrous cock, her sweet silken walls shaping around that reptilian cock as her body seized. A warm wash of sweet feminine nectar bathed his cock, her insides spasming as they milked his shaft aggressively, begged to be seeded as he drooled and crooned in bliss.

He could feel her wisely giving up any resistance, letting him take full command as she lay trembling and breathless. Her eyes hazy as she watched him savor the moment, his eyes trailing over the countertop before perking up for a moment and fixated on something to their left.

Daphne looked over when he did, her blood going cold as she saw him grip the bottle of serum and grin. She renewed her resistance, struggling helplessly for only a minute before he cupped the bottle in his digits and forced it to her lips.

“P-please don't!" she cried, gripping his powerful forelimb as he forced it past her lips and broke the seal with the tip of a claw. She tried not to swallow, tried to spit out the watery substance as she sputtered and strained, but it had nowhere to go. A quick shove from Seven's retreating cock made her shout, more than enough for it to roll down her throat as she coughed and gagged feeling the drug soaking into her esophagus and into her stomach.

The results were instant, a light groan escaping her throat as a warmth rapidly pooled in her abdomen. She trembled as the thick reptilian musk of her rapist grew more heady and attractive, his warmth more appealing as her pussy squeezed with need like a bitch in heat.

Seven could feel it too, her body growing weak with need as she ceased resisting, petty struggles at best as she gripped his arm and shuddered feeling him stir his length in her.

He discarded the bottle, a toothy grin on his maw as her scent grew oh so sweet and available. A rich fertility teasing his nostrils as his cock throbbed, growing even more rigid as the frills and ribs stiffened to scrape her insides and excite his female.

He slid forward once more, pressing his tip to her cervical opening, sliding in as she shuddered and groaned. She wanted to resist, but she felt so weak, so sensitive. Every inch of the rapist raptors cock was sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.

He shoved past her last barrier, kissing the inside of her womb as his thick shaft spat his oily pre against her walls, letting it soak in and stain her most sacred temple with his superior essence. She shuddered and moaned, relaxing into the forced breeding, letting Seven do as he wished as he began to fuck her hard and deep.

There was no need for tenderness, she was soaking wet, her pussy fucked open as he pounded in again and again from tip to hilt. Loud gasps and moans rung through the air, light hisses and the powerful wet slaps of their joined bestial sex.

It was breeding now and nothing more. Daphne could feel her eggs dropping, sliding down into her cheating womb to meet her rapist's rich sperm, to beg to be fertilized as she submitted to the greater male. She could feel her legs rising, hugging at Seven's waist, giving in to the forced heat as he pounded in and out of her, abusing her thighs and cunt knowing she would be hopelessly sore.

Their mixed fluids rolled down the countertops, through the passionate rutting, each slurp and slap milking out more nectar and copious sprays of Seven's oily lust seed. He was close, feeling his female clench again, squeezing at his shaft, sucking hard on his frilled bitchbreaker in the messy fuck as she came again.

It was enough to push him over the edge, his internal orbs clenching tight as he rammed to the hilt, his cock scraping the walls of her womb as she screamed in release. His shaft swelled once more, the base thickening to keep his precious seed in his chosen breeder.

Daphne could feel him lock up, pinning her against the counter as his palms squeezed and weight bore down on her. She groaned and tensed, helpless as she felt the first hot eruption of raptor sperm flood her womb.

She could practically feel his seed finding her eggs, the intense volume, each lurch and churn forcing another deluge of his raw virile essence into her babymaker, packing her full of his incredible seed until it could find no more room within and began to leak past the seal of their joined bodies.

It was so thick, the raptors sperm incredibly slippery, oily by nature. It would react to moisture, the moisture of skin, the moisture of a womb. It would thicken into an adhesive as soon as that condition was met, coating her walls in a thick layer of thickened sticky sperm. Flooding her insides with his rich emission and plugging a seal around them as the seed had nowhere to go, nothing to interact with but her eggs deep inside the growing stew of roiling beast cum packing her insides as she drooled and quivered.

She knew she was ruined, a light tear rolling down her cheek as she muttered a weak apology to her husband.

Even now she could feel his sperm saturating her eggs, fertilizing them with new life. She would lay Seven's clutch. No one could stop him as she would soon give birth to more of his enhanced raptor kin that would threaten her own species. Had she doomed humanity…?

His great toothy maw lowered as they were locked together, catching their breath post-coitus as the hormones and sensations rolled through the pair, letting them savour each other's bodies after the aggressive fuck.

His tongue slide along her neck and cheek tenderly, making her shiver as he hummed “That was marvelous, my dear~".

Daphne could only sigh and smile, reaching up to gently caress his great plumage. “You always say that" she giggled as they embraced in a gentle and loving kiss. He pulled away, letting his seed slowly plug her insides until her slurped out with thick ropes of his potent cum connecting them.

“I'm always sincere~" his retort as he flashed her his toothy grin and began to glide his broad tongue along her swollen lips, grooming his lover as she moaned and relaxed reaching over to fill the serum bottle with water from the nearby tap once again.

Once done with his cleaning, he calmly stepped back and towards the doors. He plucked his lab coat from the rack, casually redressing as Daphne pulled her self upward and stretched.

In truth, the Lazarus project had completed raptors over a decade ago. Her mother was actually the “mother" of raptors. While she and her raptor husband of 2 years had taken over the project once they retired. There was no miracle serum that could make females viable to any male, but Daphne did indeed have a raptor womb. It was a long and arduous process her husband had helped her through for a full year until the changes were complete.

“Don't forget we have dinner with my parents tonight" Daphne chimed happily, stepping off the counter and sauntering forward to embrace and kiss her wonderful Theodore.

He sighed and smiled, nuzzling into her and pulling her close with his blunted claws. “I do hope your father can ease off the dinosaur jokes this time" he lamented as she booped his snoot.

“You know he wont~"

He shook his head, a throaty chuckle as she kneeled to gingerly lick his great reptilian shaft clean.

“Mnph~ If there is any true testament to the ingenuity of man" he huffed, “It is your father's capacity for turning virtually anything into a joke" as she hummed and giggled, sliding his shaft to the hilt in her throat, swallowing and sucking before pulling back leaving him clean as his tool throbbed and slowly retreated to it's sheathe.

“Think you will end up the same way when our clutch hatches~?" she chimed beneath him.

He dramatically covered his muzzle with a hand, stifling a chuckle at the though of him in some comical father attire plus moustache and pipe.

“Gods I hope not!"