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“Gods Vince… I think we should keep this female if you enjoy her so much…" Deborah chuckled, watching as her husband grunted, hugging a tail thicker than his legs as his hips pumped back and forth with all the strength he could muster, piledriving his two feet of horsecock inside the vent of a dino they happened to stumble upon. The stout Iguanodon female braighed, lowering her front and raising her backside a bit, giving the man an easier time thrusting upwards. She was about ten times his weight and size so it was a little hard for him to level on his toes with her in such a position, his nose and eyes perfectly locked onto her puffy, well used tailhole, picking up the strong musk of her mate as he pressed his face against it, making her braigh louder. That ring was as big as his head and beckoned him to plunge his arms and pump them back and forth to make that massive female cum harder around his cock.

“Says the one who's taking the fattest dick anything smaller than a T-rex can take." Vince smiled, clenching his teeth as the female quivered, her vent clamping down on him as he hugged the base of her tail tighter, spreading his legs wider and picking up the pace.

The two of them had been investigating the strong smell of foreign dinos and happened to stumble upon this Iguanodon herd. Being attracted by scents to that degree was a wildly inhuman experience, his cock had been hard well before he had even seen the group whose alphas he had Deborah were 'battling' in that moment. His wife had made him aware of it but he didn't care that much anymore. The female, whose vent he was trying to ravage as hard as he could, reeked of the entire pack she was with, her scent mingled with ten other male smells but still strong enough for him to desire to cover it with his own. She was big, bigger than any raptor by far, and his cock was sliding so deep inside her he went balls deep with even greater ease than the slutty raptors. However, he knew that no matter how much pleasure he could get from this female, he'd not come close to what his wife… his mate had to deal with.

She had agreed to tackle the alpha male of this pack, a thickly built individual that looked entirely the part of an alpha, bearing some scars from some encounter but who, much like any other male of that magnificently cursed planet, had turned to his side and lifted his leg for someone to access his cock the moment the two human-hybrids had come close, issuing the 'standard challenge' to them. Vince took it up almost immediately, his body reacting in the same way it did when he met the stray earlier that day. The hybrid male walked behind the other alpha and planted his face on the puffy, well-used tailhole, his fingers spreading the stretchy ring and making the alpha grunt as his nimble fingers prodded and delved deep into that passage. The scent was thick around the alpha's tailhole, much stronger than the raptors, denser but not quite as overpowering as the massive T-Rex's, although more than enough to stoke the fires of competition in Vince's mind. The hybrid's cock rose to attention, poking the iguanodon's far fatter pair of balls and smearing them in precum as he humped, using the gap between the hard, churning, hot beachball sized testes as a tool to get harder and make the other male grow hard too. Deborah had gasped seeing what the bigger dino sported once it jutted out of his sheath, making her snatch grow wet almost instantly and attracting the attention of the female alpha of this pack.

As things heated up and the challenge continued, the two males continued in their attempts to best the other, changing positions, burying their noses against the other male's pucker and tonguing it or playing with it to bring the rival to a climax. But as Deborah howled, cumming around the tongue of the Iguanodon female, they broke off and took the other's mate for a spin.

The alpha male sported the second biggest cock they had ever seen, not even close to a Rex's but still bigger, longer and thicker than Deborah's leg by far, the tapering tip the only thing that made taking the seven foot long slab of cock any easier on her vent. She moaned loudly, her body spasming as the sheer girth of the feral beast spread her wider than her own mate could do, the bulge almost reaching her ribcage, her womb flooded with the precum her feral partner was dumping inside her. She wished she could feel his balls slap against her rump with every thrust but she couldn't take more than two and a half feet of that shaft, envious of the alpha female that was currently devouring every last inch of Vince's length and cumming around it. The two females shared a look, each acknowledging the other's mate skill and then orgasming all over again, their fluids spilling over the male breeding them.

“Oh Fuck! He's cumming!" Deborah moaned loudly, her voice lost for a moment in the cry of pleasure of the male Iguanodon just before she started feeling fuller than she had ever been, the impact of his cum inside her womb strong enough to make her cum on the spot while she was riding the previous one. She was too small to contain the flood of spunk and even the girth of her lover couldn't seal her vent, a thick, musky river of white spilling out of her and staining the ground. “God there's so much!" Deborah could do little than hold onto one of the thick legs for support, filled and emptied over and over until a shudder made her feral lover slip from her far too small vent and start spraying her with gallons and gallons of spunk, tens of them every couple of seconds as the other dinos began servicing their alpha with broad tongues and messy licks on those immense cum tankers. Within a second her entire front was turned pure white, dense gunk sticking to her skin as the stream failed to stop for even a moment, as if dumping the entire content of those beachball sized nuts onto her skin. Deborah turned into a cum statue wriggling and moaning, her cunt still spasming as it tried to empty her womb from more cum than she had ever taken in.

“FFFhhck…" Vince, although still harbouring some doubts about this situation, couldn't help but moan at the sight of his wife hosed with a beast's cum like that, mouth open to swallow mouthful after mouthful. He came as well, his own nuts churning heavily and pumping nowhere near as much spunk as the other male did but still filling the female to the point her own vent couldn't hold more and started leaking around his girth, bathing his balls in whiteness as well. He hugged his feral lover's tail, half proud of having dumped so much spunk, half ashamed he had not surpassed the dino breeding his wife… only to be completely shocked by both of those thoughts that had come to his mind. “Jesus I shouldn't get used to this…" He grunted and pulled out, his flare popping out with a lewd squelch and a lewder waterfall of spunk.

“You could. I certainly would and most definitely will my dear... I love you with all my heart but we both know it's gonna be impossible to go back to regular sex, even if we manage to shrink that fat cock of yours at some point." Deborah chuckled and got on her feet, fanning her tail to get dust off her feathers, or at least shake some of the cum off of it while she scooped wads from her front and wiped it on the hide of the one who had spilled it on her. Vince didn't reply, he had given up any attempt to convince her not to be so open in screwing anything that breathed. The next wad of cum she licked from her fingers, making sure Vince was watching as she sucked on each cummy digit before rubbing some on her tits, her stiff nipples jutting from the light cover of feathers that was growing on them. He swore they were bigger now, at least a cup bigger than the day before. He'd not complain about that, not since she had woken him up with the best titjob of his life.

As the two got their bearings together after the steamy, messy encounter, the rest of the iguanodon pack not so quietly made their way towards them and started doing the same as the raptors: giving the other alphas a good clean-up, dividing into four groups to make sure each of them was well cared for. Vince rolled his eyes for a moment before a host of broad tongues dove for his cock and balls, scraping every last drop of his cum and every last drop of their alpha's fluids off of his flesh. His taint received the attention of a very, very eager runt who huffed and breathed heavily as his tongue slathered the hybrid's now exceedingly puffy and stretchy pucker. Debora gladly drew the attention of a couple of cleaners to her tits, stiff lips biting and nipping on her nipples mere moments later, her snatch and ass much more pleasurable for the rest of the iguanodons. It took barely three minutes to get everyone nice and clean, or as clean as one could be with a devout tongue bath anyways, which left both hybrids just as horny as before, Vince hard and dripping as they watched the pack quietly forget about them and get back to their journey somewhere else.

“Guess we've got to go home now…" Deborah sighed.

“Yeah."

“You sound disappointed almost." She walked side to side with her husband, holding his arm, tits squished lightly against his chest. “Is it cause you'll miss having so many little raptors at your beck and call?"

“I'm more worried we won't be able to access this dimension entirely. It could have been a mistake in the machine in the first place."

“So it's because of that."

“Oh come on Deb, you know I care more about the data we might have gathered if we had proper equipment and other stuff than…" he looked down and stared at the fat, equine, inhumanly thick and long cock jutting from an equally inhuman sheath and fuelled by an even more inhuman pair of melon-sized balls. “… ok this I don't mind." She gave him a 'sure you don't' look. “Can't a man enjoy a fantasy coming true and also be glad to have broken the barrier between dimensions?"

“You had a fantasy of growing a cock this big after fucking a T-rex and becoming the alpha of a pack of overly hung raptors?" This time it was his turn to shoot her a glance. “Ok fine jeez, you're no fun." She pouted. “And can't a woman enjoy getting railed by those same raptors and also be proud that she has built a machine capable of taking her into another dimension?"

“Fair enough, but be glad I'm so…"

“Open to seeing your wife getting rawdogged by a dozen raptors? Open to spreading your own ass and letting males lick and shove their cocks inside you? Open to approach a female of a different species and casually stick your cock up her cunt, fill her while I get fucked silly by a dino with a cock thicker than your leg?" Deborah grinned, tracing the edge of his flare, feeling it throb under her touch. “Cause you seemed to grow increasingly comfortable with all those things."

“Do we have to do this?" He ducked beneath a branch and avoided getting slapped in the face by a bunch of leaves. She nodded. “Well… I mean… I don't have that kind of fetish… seeing you fucked by someone else, but this is… different? I don't know, it's kinda hot at times." Vince sighed, preening his neck feathers for a moment with a hand. “I guess I don't mind how the situation evolved or what we gained from it." Debora smiled all the while, holding his arm close to herself.

“Then it's good enough for me." A quick kiss on his lips and a handful of minutes later the two were back with the pack, the small raptors once again cluttering around them, sniffing and licking as usual. A forest of footlong dicks rose to attention and fluids dripped from every female, both halves of the pack eager to have fun now that the alphas were back from defending their territory from other dinos who intruded in it. Deborah hugged him, her face against his chest, taking deep whiffs of his scent while the pack gave their crotches just as much attention. “You smell like ass."

“I remember you saying you liked it." He chuckled.

“MMmmh I do…" She took another whiff and backed off with no little amount of regret in her eyes. “I guess we won't take showers for a couple days at home so we can enjoy it for a while." Deborah sighed and took her share of equipment as her husband fought to get his pants on while avoiding getting hard or having the pack start giving him a casual licking session to coax him into getting hard and tending to them. Putting pants back on proved to be quite the challenge, one that she gave up on after a minute of struggling to have them get over her ass. “I think my ass is bigger than yesterday, I can't seem to get my pants on at all." A few more tries and she gave up entirely, merely putting the belt keeping the equipment on her waist. Her shirt, on the other hand, was slightly less of a lost cause, meaning she put it on but had to fight with her neck feathers and a clearly bigger pair of tits. He whistled, prompting her to stick out her ass some more, deciding to forget about wearing pants at all until she got something more fitting to her new form.

“Not going to complain about that one." Vince smiled. “Nor about this." And pointed lower, hinting that his own pants were refusing to go over the massive, inhuman swells of his balls, his underwear wonderfully stretched around two nine inch nuts and comically inadequate to even hide part of the sheath above. She licked her lips and fanned her tail, riling up half the pack who crowded around her, nipping at her skin with gentle bites and licks to get her to notice the five males humping the air with hard cocks in need of a good treatment. “Come on, let's get in that damn portal. The window's coming in a few seconds."

“Everything's ready and we've gotten all of our stuff. Let's just hope we can come here again."

Moments later, the two pointed two devices to the air in front of them, raising the power until the image of the forest twitched and started spinning, spinning and then shimmered. The raptors, as the two feared, crowded around their alphas, protecting them from whatever that things was, hissing and snarling, teeth bared for the first time since the two human had seen them. One of the older males hissed and charged at the shimmering air, jaws wide open.

“No! Get back!" Deborah stepped forward, grabbing the dino by the tail, however, the momentum made both roll forward, tumbling towards the portal. Both slid in and disappeared behind it.

Vince had to sit down ten seconds later, staring at the area where the shimmer had been but mere moments before. It had all happened so fast: one moment he was holding the device to open the portal, the next his wife had grabbed the tail of the dino who was trying to attack the portal itself, the next the two stumbled forward a couple feet, just enough to get swallowed by the edge of the shimmer and sucked in only to disappear a moment later. He gulped, still holding the device, still pointing it forward, still staring at where his wife had popped out of this dimension. He sighed, rubbing his temples with worry as the bigger males of the pack circled around the area, searching for their alpha's mate all over while some others stood close to him and looked at the man with confusion.

“Well this is less than ideal…" Vince sighed loudly, letting his concubine preen his neck feathers to their pristine state with a few loving licks. “Thanks girl." He gave her a couple pats, the raptor purring and chirping, but otherwise not making any attempt to woo or coax him into sex. It seemed that they understood his mate was gone and he wasn't feeling well, where she could have gone they couldn't imagine but at least he felt some relief in knowing they were clever enough to read the room. “The fuck am I supposed to do now?" He sat there, half naked, holding the scanner in his hands for a while, watching where she had disappeared. Then, after a few minutes of silent contemplation, the scanner started beeping. Vince rose on his feet faster than a speeding car, holding the device so tightly he had to remind himself not to crush it.

“Vince…? You there?" The damn thing didn't have a radio but it did make sounds depending on the different results of the analysis. Deborah was probably manipulating the results from the other side of the channel and using it to make out words, somehow. He smiled, once again reminded the reasons why he had married her in the first place. “Listen… I'm fine here… the little guy didn't do anything wrong… but we are stuck for a while until… we find another connection point." He frowned. “The scanner on my side says the one you're at is… gone? Drained… ? Whatever it is… thankfully you are acting as… anchor for the tunnel… find another breach and… wait for me to open it… I'll work on something to keep it… open next… time around." For one more moment Vince felt too tired to go on, but the hope to reunite with her was more than enough to warrant any trip, even down the pits of hell. “Good luck honey."

“Thanks."

He sighed and looked up at the sky, the two moons still staring down at him, cold and silent, then he looked down at the raptors, everything but those two things. They probably sensed that he was in a slightly better mood and started wagging their tails, hiking them and turning around, baring the usual feast of cocks, tailholes and slick vents for him to pick and use at his will. The man steeled his resolve, eyes closed just long enough to take a deep, deep breath and then start fiddling with his scanner. Somehow Deborah had also sent parts of a program to locate the next breach's location, he just had to plug in data from his readings and follow the directions. It took half an hour for him to get a weak ping from the south, which, on one hand made him glad to have at least found something, on the other made him dread the long journey ahead of him. The pack kept on egging him into having fun after the alpha female had disappeared while he gathered what Deborah had left behind and put it in a bag made of leftover clothes she had not brought on the other side.

“Sorry guys, maybe later. We gotta take a long trip." The man started walking and the pack huffed loudly, tails lowering as he headed south, putting one step ahead of the other, trying not to step on an overzealous and eager raptor that was walking in front of him. “Hopefully I'll be there soon…"

Five and a half hours later, he was a few miles, two small rivers, a somewhat scary ravine he had to circle around, one narrowly avoided encounter with a T-Rex pack heading in another direction and a stubbed toe away from the first portal. The Rexes he had to avoid like the plague because, as much as his cock stiffened, as much as his own pack seemed to be almost desperate to go to the several immensely hung beasts and let them smother them with balls the size of small oil tanks, he had to prioritize his wife. All things considered it could have been much worse but at that pace he'd need days or weeks to get anywhere and he couldn't have his wife wait that long. However, his pack had other things in mind, mostly because in the hours he had been walking, they were complaining and stopping every now and then, chirping and screeching to get his attention. The first chance they got to pin him down, which was the first time he stopped to take a breath and take water from a creek, they seized it. Several males surrounded him, biting and tearing at his pants, turning the protective material into finely shredded fabric, two bumping their heads into his back to try and make him fall and prevent him from leaving.

“Alright, alright, I get it, you need a break." Vince huffed, feeling the familiar host of snouts touching his skin, huffing, hyping themselves up for some fun while the space around him grew more precious as bodies piled up. Within a minute or less, he was surrounded completely, his ass resting on a soft patch of moss, the strong scent of feral lust hanging heavy over his head. Before he knew it, he didn't feel like resuming his trip quite as soon as he wanted, not with his pack so needy and pent up. He almost felt guilty for neglecting them for so long: normally, or so he had seen in the past day, aside from sleeping, they stopped everything and started grooming and playing every few hours, no more than three or four and he had let them wait for over seven, or even more. “Come here you horny bastards…" Vine licked his lips, his pupils thinning, the yellow of his eyes shining with lust as he grabbed the first male his hands could get to and led him till he was staring at a fat pair of nuts, hanging right above his nose. “I'm glad… Deb isn't here to see this…" He gulped and then shoved his face in between those nuts, each melon-sized sphere wrapping around his nose, the heavy, thick, dense fog of musk rushing into his nose like a storm. Vince huffed, the inhuman sense of smell he had gained letting him know how many other raptors had licked that sack, how many had coated in in spunk or vent fluids and just how pent up he was.

As soon as he took that first whiff, the pack scrambled to get a share of the alpha's cock. The male he had grabbed first chirping as he humped the air, his sack slapping the man in the face over and over, the heavy thumps of his orbs only making both of them needier, harder. Vince grunted when he felt the first heated vent of the day slide down his cock, the fat folds slick enough to swallow every last inch of his shaft with ease, bottoming out instantly and creaming his flesh as the female, just as pent up and needy, came from that simple insertion. The alpha growled, his tongue licking the fat sack tapping his nose, still huffing greedily the virile scent as his hair and back was stained by the dribble of precum from the uncut shaft slapping against his head. Barely a couple minutes passed and Vince was already so close to blowing his load, and for a moment he wanted to enjoy this, to do it like a human, take it slow, then he remembered just how many more were waiting for their turn, two dozen eager raptors thrusting their cocks in his directions, wet vents dripping heated honey on his torso, on his cock as they tried to push the first female out of the way and claim his cock for themselves. He opened his mouth to gasp, take a breath, make a decision, only to find it immediately plugged by a fat uncut cockhead, the taste of precum and salty flesh blossoming on his tongue as a second male caught the chance and started humping his alpha's mouth with wild abandon. The first male hissed, protesting, until Vince pulled back, half a foot of spit coated feral cock sliding out of his gullet and started jerking the two raptors at the same time, taking each cock into his mouth every few seconds, swallowing pints and pints and then gallons of precum. The stench of sex hung so heavy on him that he couldn't take much more, he came, flooding the female with spunk, a small river of white dribbling from her tight snatch as she rode her orgasm with him, one after the other, his own only heightened as several other raptors started to lick and nuzzle his twitching sack, coaxing more and more shots out of it until the female, satisfied, pulled out and let the next one slide on.

Vince huffed, recognising the tailhole he was plugging, the texture and the way the tight passage squirmed and massaged every inch so very familiar. The stray bounced on his cock madly, their balls slapping together lewdly and loudly, although drowned by the screeching of the two cumming males above the alpha, the splatters of their cum on his face, sticking to his feathery hair and his skin like glue almost louder than everything else. He took one shaft in his mouth, swallowing inch after inch after inch of steamy, salty, slickened flesh, his throat relaxed far beyond what humans should have been able to achieve. The raptor bottomed out in his gullet, the alpha swallowing and massaging the foot and a half of steel hard feral cock only making the small beast cum harder and pump one more gallon of cum down the hybrid's gullet. Pulling out only meant that the space was free, a female claiming it before the other males and once again Vince recognised who it was that wanted to ride his face. His… concubine chirped, kissing the stray above her mate, her vent leaking another male's cum, the strong taste of raptor spunk mixing with the previous load and still the hybrid was able to tell who it belonged to. He growled, jealous, hornier than before as his brain realized that his female had been taken by another male, filled while he had been tending to someone else. He came again, his nuts heaving a thicker, bigger load up the male's tight ass, the echo of cum splattering was far from him but loud enough for him to hear. He let go of the two cocks he was stroking, his hands grabbing the fat rump hovering above his face and dragged his concubine lower so that he could plunge his tongue deeper and scrape all that cum out of her.

He felt that it was wrong, that it shouldn't have been happening at all and yet, once the third slick passage slid down his cock, Vince couldn't care less. He had cum three times back to back, spilled gallons of spunk inside feral beasts and filled them to the brim and still he felt like he could cum ten times as much. That last shred of desire to take it slow like he did with his wife was soon gone, drowned in his cum and the fluids of his concubine as she writhed above, her vent gushing and spilling its honey on his chest, drawing the attention of males and females alike, making them start licking his skin to lap her lust off. His flare popped out of the female and just as quickly popped inside his concubine's vent, but she didn't simply swallowed every inch of it, instead she hovered a few inches in, squeezing his flare over and over, making him grunt and huff. The pack filled in the gap she left just as quickly, two cum filled vents presented to his mouth for him to lick clean, half a dozen cocks bumping into his sides as males begged for his hands, swollen crowns smearing pre and spent seed all over him as the raptors waited for the next orgasm, be at the hands of their alpha or as others mounted them as they waited. The man couldn't smell anything but leathery, sweaty, cummy raptor ass, musky cocks and the females' needs, the cacophony of lust only worsened as he could make out who had not cum yet, who was needier and who just wanted to rub themselves on him to have fun. He realized that he couldn't manage them all if he just let them do stuff like that, it was chaotic, messy, everything reeked of sex and cum and he'd need a day just to get ahead of the curve.

Vince grunted, making his pack spread out and went on his knees, pushing the female still teasing his shaft lower so that he'd have an easier time. She screeched, hiking her tail higher as he crammed every inch of his cock inside her, bottoming out with a lewd sound and the annoyed huffs and puffs of all those who were licking the exposed flesh just a moment before. He grabbed her rump and started thrusting wildly, putting all the strength he had into every small motion, making her coo and slump on the cum coated grass below. Vince felt her cum around his cock, his balls slapping against her belly, he felt proud and still so very needy. As he spread his own legs for better footing, he lifted his own tail, signalling the entire pack that he was ready to let them enjoy him thoroughly. There was no chaos to get to mount him, unlike every other occasion before, but a quiet moment as he thrust his female into the ground, her small-feathered arms pressed against the grass. He waited and waited, for long seconds, until he felt a fat cock slap against his ass, almost as heavy as his own and definitely something that made him shiver. Without his wife around, he didn't feel like hiding the smile blossoming on his face when the fat crown of that fat shaft pressed against his tailhole and spread it apart with ease. He almost felt glad his pucker had swelled to such an inhuman size or else he'd miss on those fat cocks. Vince hissed, his feathers standing on end in pleasure the moment he felt a pair of balls tap his own from behind. He stopped, savouring the feeling of being so full and surrounded by warm feathers, but the one mounting him had other plans and none included taking it easy. With the same eagerness and lack of restraint as he had felt the day before, Vince felt his packmate thrust back and forth, the thick crown scraping his flesh from the inside, the heavy sack hitting his own over and over again, sharing fluids and heat for brisk moments before separating and meeting again. A tongue was dragged on his neck, preening his feathers in an act of care that contrasted in such a lovely way with the animalistic pace of their mating.

He gave in to the rhythm, he gave in to his instincts, most of them new and wild, and he forgot that time was a thing. Everything ceased to be but the taste of cum on his tongue and the sweet honey of the vents he licked clean, the fullness of his gut as male after male after male took him from behind without pause, his ass milking gallons every time one of them dumped their load inside him. At the same time, there was always someone beneath him, a waiting maw eager to swallow his cock down to the base and lap at his balls, a tight vent that coated it in honey or a soft, pillowy ass that engulfed him, all of them taking just as much cum as he received. His hands were full of cocks all the same, sometimes plunging into vents, sometimes stretching out tailholes as the next in line waited and let their alpha pry those puffy rings apart before cramming his cock inside. One after the other, endless rounds and endless lovers. He started to count the orgasms he was having instead of the time, and then he lost count of those too: his ass was so full he could feel gallons spill out of it nearly every moment, his cock constantly wet either in a slick vent or in a tight ass or a throat. His balls were cleaned a dozen times over, his pucker kissed, licked, nuzzled and tongued till he learned the feeling of every single tongue in the pack as they ravaged his cum filled passage and the feeling of every throat around his shaft.

The chaos continued until not a single one could stand up anymore. Vince slowly dozed off, hugging his concubine as he was still buried inside her vent, the last dregs of his last orgasm contained inside her womb, his flare plugging it up while some other male's footlong cock plugged his tailhole and kept all the warm seed sloshing in his gut. The scent of sex clung so heavily to his nose he couldn't think of ever getting rid of it, nor wanting to. Head tucked under someone's feathers, face inches away from a throbbing package, his legs covered with half a dozen bodies, kept nice and warm as the night closed in and then passed.

The dreams that came to him were far less weird than the day before, no herms trying to fuck him or have him serve them but there was still a shockingly high number of cocks presented to his face that he had to go through. He spit shined hundreds of feral, musky shafts, licking under their thick foreskins, making love to each fat cum pipe as several smeared their precum on his skin, the titanic raptors leaving him alone only once the ground around him had turned into a swamp, his hands finding no ground aside from bigger cocks to grab and stroke, until it turned into a massive pool and the shrunken raptors turned into a single massive Rex that started grinding his titanic cock on his entire body. Vince woke up mid orgasm, his concubine thrashing underneath his arms, chirping and cooing as her belly swelled over and over. The man realized only after his senses came to that he was holding it in his embrace, the three foot wide sloshing paunch a product of a night's worth of his orgasm while he slept. He purred, only half shocked he could do that, licking the female's neck feathers, preening them and quietly, gently pulling out of her stretched, abused vent.

“Damn…" Vince huffed once he felt a tide of warm cum splash onto his balls, mixing with the heavy sweat coating he had worked up, making him shiver and halt for a moment. “Reminder for later… never spend more than three hours without letting them blow a load." He gently arched his back to let an annoying itch disappear and resumed pulling out, inch after inhuman inch of raw, slick cock just added to the previous ones. He was merely puzzled that there was simply more cock than yesterday, a good ten inches having grown overnight, taking his maleness to a size horses would have been proud of. All of his three plus feet of shaft slapped against his chest, leaving a messy, lewd and musky print the shape of that fat cock on a bunch of feathers he definitely didn't have yesterday. “At least I look good." Vince patted his chest, smoothing the ruffled plumage for a while, craning his neck to get a good look at how the light played with the colours. “They also make for a warm coat. Definitely don't need a shirt anymore but getting water out of these might be a bit of a hassle." The hybrid sighed in satisfaction, a proud smile as he watched his pack snore peacefully, snouts buried under cocks and asses, some locked in a mating embrace like he was, nuts twitching left and right as they dumped their loads inside whatever hole they had been crammed into before night came. “You're really growing on me you little rascals." He chuckled, scratching the belly of a random female he remembered had eagerly deepthroated him four times, her stomach still swollen and heavy. He wasn't even worried about how fast he had changed, why or what the cause of the change was in the first place: there was a sort of weird peace in letting go that way, nothing but sex until your body collapsed. Having the stamina to match the entire pack helped too but he realized he'd have been fine even as a pure human, if he had let go earlier like Deborah did. “I hope I'll get to see her again soon." Another sigh, this time less satisfied and more nostalgic. “She's a smart woman, she'll make it without me right?" The question, asked to a snoring little runt, was lost in wind. “Alright, I'm going to get some water." He paused. “Oh, don't bother helping me, I definitely can do it all myself…" Vince spoke as if he were conversing with humans but the sleeping mass of ever-horny bastards did not reply. “Bit of a silent audience." He took a step, wobbling while he tried to get around the pile of raptors, then another, avoiding a couple kicking in their sleep, stopped to stare at one that was snoring with her ass up in the air, tail still raised and almost gave in to the temptation of taking her right then and there. His sheath stiffened, a few drops of precum spilling, collecting around the rim of the fuzzy tube of flesh, some dribbling on the underside, making his balls shine for a brief moment. “Later."

It took a bit more than he'd have liked to avoid waking up the horde, but he managed to get out relatively safely, only almost tripping a couple times. Retrieving the waterskin and getting to the water was the quickest part of the whole ordeal, frankly, far too quick, considering they had stopped a ways off from the nearest creek. He guessed in the heat of the moment, the entire pack had slowly crawled from the initial spot to where they had ended up in the morning. Vince grinned, following the trail of cum, honey and sweat, not much, only a hundred feet, but merely seeing that made the alpha proud, his cock slipping out of his sheath just walking over his first true performance as leader, his claws sinking in the grass and giving him the grip needed not to slip on the cum soaked ground.

“Hold on… claws?" Vince halted and looked down. Three toes. He looked up, closed his eyes, massaged his temples and felt rough scales caress his skin instead of regular fingers. He opened his eyes again, looked at his hands, saw that they were covered in pebbly scales, smooth here and there, then he looked down again, lifted a foot off the grass and sighed. “Sure, might as well happen to me now." Vince sat on a rock, making sure his tail wouldn't get squished beneath his ass and examined his now even more inhuman body but there was little to examine: his legs were a near carbon-copy of the raptors' own legs, only longer, less thick thighs and definitely with claws twice as big. “No more shoes either." The alpha took a moment to breathe and ground himself. It wasn't even a bad change all things considered, at least now he could move way faster and not be afraid of pebbles and rocks along the way or getting his socks and shoes wet. Resting on the massive rock, Vince lifted his legs up in the air and spread his toes wide, flexing the powerful muscles. “They do look good on me."

Another grin escaped his control and brought them closer to his face, not even shocked he had the flexibility to practically shove them against his face. He glanced around himself, spreading his legs so that he'd be sure no sudden attack would befall to his tailhole and then pushed his nose in the crevice between the biggest toe and the other one, taking a wiff of the scent. His cock slid out of his sheath instantly, a secret fetish at long last fulfilled as the alpha nuzzled his own feet and rubbed the slick scales against his face.

“Fuck yes." He had little else to say and quickly silence fell again on his surroundings while he huffed his foot musk and licked each scale clean of sweat. And again without a word he lowered his legs and used the surprisingly nimble toes to grab his achingly hard cock and started pumping it up and down. “Ooooh fuck yes…" Vince bit his lips. “I am so glad Deb isn't here to watch me… this is so wrong…" And yet he didn't stop, letting his precum coat scales and claws and then lubed his shaft with it, his breathing heavy as he tried to hold on and last as long as possible. “Mmmmh gotta teach the raptors this one…" Already he was picturing himself surrounded by a dozen of them, his cock buried in a mass of slick, cum coated feet all stroking and massaging him… “Mmmhhh" A shot of precum rose into the air, several feet and then splattered on his chest, then a second one as Vince rubbed himself faster, mashing the thick scales against his flare. “Ffffuck…!" He arched his back, letting his cock fall from the slick grasp of his toes and instead directed them onto his balls, his hands reaching for the fat shaft and stroking it madly, the flare inches away from his face. He opened his mouth and kissed it, his lips sealed around the fat cum pipe, swallowing shot after shot after shot, his throat rising up and down constantly as his tongue collected stray drops and the faint taste of his own feet on that musky flesh. For a second he hoped one of his pack would drop on him, cram a thick cock up his tailhole and make him cum on the spot but there was just him, his toes cradling his twitching sack and the three feet of cock in his hands. “MMmff…" Vince grunted one last time, squeezing ever so slightly his sack and on the medial ring of his shaft, pulling the flare out of his mouth just in time as the first cumshot raced out of it and splattered loudly against the tree five feet behind him. He stroked and squeezed, letting his feet welcome his shaft once again and pump up and down as he still came hard, a musky, messy rain falling all over his front and around him as irregular twitches of his legs aimed his cock here and there. It took far more for him to stop cumming than it took him to get to that peak, minutes spent merely aiming his shaft around him, marking everything his cumshot could reach, sometimes curling his legs so that he could lick his toes clean as he painted another tree white. “Definitely teaching them this." He smiled, wiping a thick wad off his face and licking it. “Best morning start I've had in a decade by far." The man stood up and stretched, feathers rising from his skin, muscles tensing up before relaxing again.

Vince hurried back with a noticeable pep in his steps, now realizing he had to control the power in his legs or else he'd jump face first in a bunch of branches. In a handful of seconds he reached the pack that was just then waking up and, as per usual, the mere sight of their alpha made them all start the day in fourth gear. Tails wagged madly and chirps rang in the temporary nest while, one by one, five by five, they opened their mouths, tongues out, for the morning grooming. The alpha chuckled and spread his legs wide, letting them have all the access he could give them to his sack and within a second his sack was being licked clean of his spunk, his still hard and drooling cock swallowed by his concubine as the pecking order emerged from the usual chaos. Vince purred, stroking her head and preening her neck feathers while she deepthroated him with ease, slowly milking another orgasm out of his far too full sack. As if they knew or had watched him, some started to sniff his claws, prodding them with snouts, huffing the scent of cock and cum on the rough scales. Then one started licking, her eyes glossy and lost as she opened her mouth and lapped leftover spunk and then, much to her alpha's pleasure, swallowed one toe and sucked on it. Vince grunted, a shot of precum fired directly into his concubine's stomach, making her purr in response and coil her tongue around his shaft. After the first female, five more started to tend to their alpha's feet, huffing the scent, licking, rubbing their snouts against them and making him tense and grunt as he tried to hold back. As always, there was just too much stimulation and now the added forbidden, new pleasure of having that fetish of his stroked and fulfilled ten times over, the hybrid hardly had any chance to last longer than a handful of minutes. The pack was clever enough to learn signs and vocal commands, but when it came to sex and pleasure they were monstrous at the very least. Vince chirped, knowing full well that his feet were now going to be added to their daily routines.

His orgasm filled the female stuck on his cock to the brim, her stomach swelling by the second with every pump of his nuts, his climax only strengthened as tongues teased and caressed his twitching balls and the scent of raw, leathery, musky tailholes surrounded his nose while he groomed male after male. A dozen orgasm followed his, lewd splatters echoing in the temporary nest here and there before everyone calmed down. Some broke off from the pile on the alpha and made small groups to finish their own share of morning grooming, some stayed behind and licked clean whoever presented themselves. Vince turned around, wobbling a bit on his knees after all that, lifted his tail and let the stray he had adopted do what he did best and enjoyed the rimming until everyone else had finished turning the grass white and musky.

“Scratch that, don't even have to teach them…" He pat the heads of a few of the clever, horny females and almost made the cycle restart as all of them turned around and started to slide their sopping wet vents still drooling warm cum on his legs. “Now, now, we'll do that later ok? I have a lot of ground to cover today." A couple of huffs made him believe he was surrounded by actual humans and not feral beasts that could fuck each other almost as long as they could sleep on a daily basis. He clapped his hands and the entire pack stood to attention. “Let's go guys." Backpack on his back, Vince turned to the direction the scanner was pointing to and just began running towards his goal.

He'd have enjoyed the view far more had he not been in a hurry, desperate to get to his wife's contact location, because the environment of that alien planet, that alien dimension, was something of a marvel. While he did not stop long, he had to take several breaks to drink and allow the ever horny, ever needy pack some fun time before he was set back an entire day again because the lot of them did not blow their load. It was a slow process, or rather, a complex one: he had to balance between fun and moving fast, the former putting a serious dent in the amount of miles he could have put behind him now that he had that little upgrade to his legs, whereas the latter caused the breaks to be a little slower. It was clear that the pack was not used to this sort of movement, surely not with such a precise goal and a pack leader hell bent on achieving the goal. Vince was also quite new at the job and he got far too much into his tasks when it came to breaks. All in all, he did his best to juggle between these factors the best he could. He took pictures of the landscape: the tall mountains, the rivers that he had to circle around, the deep chasms where unknown trees made bridges with roots the size of titanic pipelines, flowers as big as trucks… Samples were collected and eventually the containers to hold them ran out, as did the space inside his backpack.

Encounters with other packs or lone dinos were resolved in a manner rather similar to how Vince happened to become alpha of the raptors and his encounter two days before: alpha met alpha in a lewd battle of who had the fattest, thickest, muskier cock, heftier balls and could make the other cum first. That was how he imagined it to be, but the first meeting with an entire pack over the past couple days, was not quite what he was prepared to face. First of all: he had not intended on getting close enough to them since his pack and theirs were quite far, but the pack had disobeyed his orders quite blatantly, rushing towards the white-coloured beasts up a hill and barely stopping. He had to take a moment and then rushed with the last few that were more obedient and hesitated just enough to be left behind. The moment he came close enough to the other pack he understood almost immediately why his own was so riled up: the smell of heat and fertile wombs ready to be utterly filled was so dense he popped a boner in an instant, his flare swelled, spreading his own scent along the riverbank. The pack of Ornithomimus appeared to be matriarchal, tens of females crowding around males that looked spent and tired, almost drained of all their spunk, literally and figuratively.

Vince was almost immediately pushed on the ground and smothered in a literal storm of wet pussies that reeked of heat, need and spent cum from half a dozen males of all sorts of species, making him believe that those females had not been merely draining their poor males and sought after others, which meant it was his turn now. His pack stood by, growing hard, dripping all over the place as their alpha was assaulted, no, challenged by a horde of prehistoric birds in heat, forced to lick, sniff, and eat out more vents than he thought he had to, his chest feathers utterly soaked in sticky honey till they stuck to his skin underneath. For a moment he thought he'd lose, surrounded by a fertile stink, a need that his own pack had not yet showed him, their breeding season still far away, he hoped. Then he made use of the biggest edge he had on the entire animal kingdom of that planet and started pumping his hands inside the inflamed, puffy vents of the opposing pack.

The alpha female, their matriarch, screeched underneath his thrusts once he had found her, lapping her slit after she had been pushed out of the way by a far more eager younger member of the pack. She clamped around his cock, the small dino actually smaller than the raptors he deal with daily, her passage stretched oh so tightly around his slab of breeder cock, her womb battered cleanly by a flare bigger than her muzzle, pumped full with cum churned by balls bigger than her pack's studs'. It was clear they were far less smart than the raptors, merely used to claiming a cock and letting it hose their wombs rather than playing and learning from each other. Vince made her cum over and over as he grabbed another female throwing her on top of the screeching matriarch, the second female's vent teased, licked and pumped full of cock in turn, bringing each to orgasm and switching to give them some rest before claiming a bubbling, overly stuffed vent all over again. As their alpha showed signs of victory, the raptors cried in joy and led their own lewd charge on the Ornithomimus pack, males mounting small females with ease, cramming fat cocks inside vents tighter than their family' own, relishing loudly in the feeling of their prize, spitroasting the bigger females whenever and wherever they could.

The hybrid male chirped, letting the well-bred matriarch wheezing on the ground, her vent gaping beyond what her own pack could ever hope to achieve, his cock smeared with her juices and the ones of the entire female population before setting his eyes on the males, assaulted by his own females and milked just as thoroughly by fat vents. The Ornithomimus males were clearly not used to being handled like the raptors, standing confused when Vince grabbed their rumps and lifted them up, screeching in newfound pleasure once his nose was pressed against their tailholes and started huffing their scents, rimming each with passion and authority, making them blow their sizeable, gallons-worth loads onto the ground, cocks twitching and slapping against bellies, rumps and tails raised high even once he moved to another and did the same over and over. Smaller males, relatively speaking, from the raptor pack claimed those virgin, unused tailholes, cum slathered cocks more than sufficiently lubed and aided by the proper rimming that the hybrid alpha had given them. The echo of males being bred by males rang in the air as the raptor alpha returned to stake his claim on his own pack, enjoying a bit of rest as tongues cleaned his junk from tens of different scents and tastes, his flare ever swollen, his cock ever hard and ready to dump his ball's contents into a waiting hole.

The matriarch wobbled on her feet and joined his concubine, placing her snout with curiosity and obedience to the alpha's balls, snorting his scent, committing it to memory before opening her mouth and worshipping his balls, slathering them in saliva until they shone under the afternoon sun and delivered a freshly churned load into the puffy, slutty tailhole of one of the raptor males. More than awake this time, Vince was able to see that the scales on his legs began to grow, spreading till they covered them completely, but with a different, more glossy sheen that resembled that of the defeated Ornithomimus pack. He grinned and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cock, balls, flare and feet licked, nuzzled, teased. Vince pressed his talons around the matriarch, making her huff his footmusk, watching her grow from confused to infatuated with that scent, huffing harder and harder, crying in need when he pulled them away and curled his claws around his subjects' cocks, bringing them to messy orgasms, watching his feet get coated in cum before making her lick them clean. Vince grinned, the victory mating slowly turning into a ritual of mutual discovery as the Ornithomimus males learned the joys of rimming, buried in mounds of musky tailholes, made to lick, huff and tongue puffy rings until they actively searched for unclaimed rumps to shove their tongues in and bask in male musk. Some mounted raptor males, getting some manner of revenge before being bred all over again and pushed to the ground to clean the very same cocks that were inside them moments before. The females on the other hand, fought with the female raptors for the alpha's cock, slowly finding an order between species while Vince eagerly filled, bred and stuffed each and every womb he found pushing against his flare until night arrived.

“Guess you're part of my pack now huh?" The raptor alpha grinned, scratching the matriarch's neck, his shaft spilling the last load of the day on her snout. “A second concubine…" He chuckled, she purred, lapping at his medial ring while his first concubine began to deepthroat him to scrape every last drop of spunk off of his shaft. “Guess that won't hurt…" He grabbed both of his females, making them rest atop his lap as he dozed to sleep for the night, surrounded by the stink of heat, cum, sweat, his head soon smothered by ripe and well used rumps to act as pillows while his head was cushioned by fat balls that churned fresh loads.

Morning arrived fast as always, the mere act of the sun appearing from behind the mountains in the distance making the alpha wake up and sigh with satisfaction, a little sore but rested. He grinned when he saw that his cock was sandwiched between his concubines' rumps, the two females rubbing against it in their sleep, buckets of precum spilling over their asses and coating them in his wet dreams' by-product. Vince woke them up as he began thrusting in that lewd rump-job, his cock sliding across their vents, the medial ring teasing tailhole and pussy alike and stoking the fires of their need. The two purred, held in place by his claws as he kept on thrusting like that, teaching them a new way to play with their alpha as he came quickly, his flare swelling, his balls churning so hard they woke up the rest of the newly grown pack. The concubines chirped and hurried to lick his cock clean once he was done painting their backs in white, letting him see that over the night, while his cock had not grown, those endless cum tanks had swollen immensely, the scaly pouch now stretched and taut like a pair of bowling balls crammed in a bag far too small. Vince grunted, he felt full, far too full, impossibly so, almost to the point of hurting as his balls throbbed in a dull but consistent pattern. He moved his new concubine so that he could make her enjoy her new duties, pressing his nose against her puffy vent and taking a quick sniff and lick. Then he stopped: something was different. The alpha took another lick and made his female moan, her tail feathers fanning as he ate her out harder and harder, bringing her to a messy orgasm so quickly she was left panting on his chest, but still dutifully snorting his cock and cleaning its flesh.

“What is this…?" Vince huffed, confused, feathers glued to his body, thinking hard as to why that female now smelled… ready. Instincts collided with reason: one kind of knowing parts of his new body, the other demanding explanations. “What is… why do I also smell… like that?" His own scent had changed, deeper, stronger… as if bathing in the glow of an entire pack in heat had done something to him. “Oh… oh hell…" The alpha understood after dragging his subjects in line and examining them one by one, the scents of literal dozens of ripe, fresh vents and rumps slowly forming a picture that, as wobbly as it seemed, was also clear enough to help him. His cock jumped at the realization, at the instinctual notion that his grown pack and himself were now compatible enough to breed properly. The scent told him he had changed to the point that if he bred any of the two species' females he could seed them. “If Deb was here she'd want me to do it." The alpha sighed, trying to reign back that desire while his bowling ball-sized nuts heaved and coated the ground in cum so thick and musky that mere licks made some of the curious males and females cum on the spot, their own scents changing till they smelled of heat as well. He'd never do any significant progress now that the pack was entering a shared heat. He'd be set back days! “Fuck it!" He shrugged and grabbed his first concubine, pinning her on the ground, his flare mashed against her slit. She screeched, the alpha's scent worming into her nostrils, making her melt in his embrace, letting her muscles relax and her vent spread open around that monster of a flare. “I'm too pent up to care…"

The hybrid alpha grunted and began thrusting into the female, her passage stretched in a lewd O around his cock, all three feet buried so deeply in her vent that the paunch attracted the attention of a few members of the pack who started licking and teasing the cock causing it from the outside. Vince praised them, lifting his tail feathers for them as he bred his concubine with the intent, the need and the imperative to cram her full of cum and put an end to that tantalizing, distracting scent. His female chirped, cumming at nearly every thrust under him, her vent spasming, bathing his balls in sticky honey over and over again, forcing the crowd that was grooming the alpha's sweat soaked rump to triple their efforts just to keep his junk clean. Vince chirped in extasy when he came, his balls heaving, lifting themselves upwards by inches as they shrank and dumped more cum with one single shot than he had in hours of senseless fucking over the past few days. Her womb swelled like a balloon, bigger and bigger while every last egg in her chamber was doused, drowned in a sea of cum, plugged by a titanic flare. But as Vince smelled her heat quenched, satisfied, he realized that there was a dozen females just as ready to bear his eggs. He pulled out of his concubine and grabbed the tail of the first female he could, licking her slick, heated vent until she screeched, begging for him to start, and then pushed her down his shaft, hilting himself inside her as he still came, immediately, instantly pumping her full. The pack broke into a mating frenzy, but none dared to touch any of the females that showed signs of heat, a few that had yet to be ready for the alpha quickly and hastily used by the rutting males before they were claimed by the leader for himself.

Vince pulled out of the second female just as his orgasm was done, barely taking a breather before calling for another one to come, laying on his back and watching as the third vent spread around his cock and the female bounced up and down, shivering, her head low and pressed against his chest to huff and lick at his chest feathers while she milked him, half a dozen other ready behind her, prepping the alpha's balls for their next load. He wanted to empty his balls as quickly as possible, just as much to relieve himself of that horribly pleasurable feeling as to relish in the feeling of his seed taking hold inside all the wombs he could cram his cock into. The females seemed to be barely able to resist as he moved from one to the other, holding them down, making them work for his cum, making them beg for it even, their bodies spasming with every thrust as the scent of an alpha in rut spread so thoroughly around the pack that slowly every male began to twitch in discomfort as their balls churned and swelled to match their leader, fat apples turning into melons. Each of the raptors was obscenely hung already, the smallest male fifteen inches long, but now every last one was truly humongous as a horde of cocks two feet long ploughed anything that had a hole, messy trains of needy males piling behind any male lucky enough to get a female beneath him. The alpha watched with pride as the stench of wombs screaming for their heat to be quenched was drowned in salty spunk and yet none of the males seemed to be any less potent or full.

Cum ran into the river and stained the water white, only his output mostly contained by his flare, even if for a few moments before he pulled his cock out and crammed it inside the next womb bared before him. His second concubine had to forced her way into the fray of females, hissing and pushing away the pile of shivering, heated bodies from the main pack, earning her place by sinking on the alpha's cock and sandwiching his face with her talons, rousing the attention of the hybrid who let that clever female rub her cum-coated musky toes on his face as he hammered her backside, his bowling ball-sized nuts crashing into her rump with heavy, loud, lewd plaps until both screamed and came together.

Even with him doing his best, the alpha could not manage what felt like thirty females, all alone to boot. In the chaos that the breeding frenzy caused, Vince allowed his males to take fertile females for themselves, the few left after he had bred over half of them and the chaos grew in intensity as each of the rutting males wanted to be the one to impregnate every last one of them. Each tried to cum more than the one that came before, flushing their seed out with their own in turn, the females left fuller than ever, rumps stuck high and taken in turn, cumming without end with their muzzled licking spent cocks, swollen balls or, like their alpha showed before, finding a new perverse joy in sucking on cum coated talons and claws. The sun rose higher and higher, then started to lower as the alpha's balls refused to empty or shrink, as did his packmates', an endless cycle of switching from hole to hole, mouths and tailholes bared and filled, of cum pumped in and flushed out until the ground was muddy and the water downstream had permanently turned a murky white. Afternoon came quickly, the males having long since forgotten any female as they had been pumped far too full to accept anything else, the seed of some lucky male surely working to claim egg after egg, the alpha's share resting to the side in a heated and shivering pile while the rutting males kept on trying to empty their nuts. Lines of males taking the one before them formed, tailholes filled in turn as some crawled beneath the thrusting trains, licking and sniffing the swaying sacks, some taking their packmates while they laid on their backs, clumsily following their alpha's example and sucked on toes and talons alike, relishing in the joy of a new source of pleasures far more deviant and lewd than any amount of rimming and making out with stretched tailholes could be. Snouts were buried between toes while tongues dragged across pebbly scales, stiff cocks were taken in between those very same gaps moments later and stroked till they dumped their load only for someone else to come clean. The rutting continued for several more hours until everyone collapsed on the ground in a vast ocean of sloshing bellies and chirping bodies, the alpha lost somewhere in there with his cock still sandwiched between two male's sacks and cradled in their warmth.

As morning arrived yet again, Vince was still sleeping, too tired, to spent and aching to do much beyond snoring away with the pack and his new packmates, most of them just as spent. The stench of cum and sated heat, of fertilized eggs and pleasure, was so great that none smelled the arrival of a figure that was very similar to the snoring alpha. She crossed her arms over the massive swell of her belly, feathery arms cradling it gently.

“I leave him alone for two months and look at him… men, ugh."