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?[b][u][center]Rocking His (Jurassic) World

For Limemas

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Working at the dinosaur theme park was...a little bit more difficult than Jeremy had planned for the summer job, but he had to admit that it came with its own perks. Getting to see real dinosaurs, even if they were somewhat...terrifying...was certainly worth the hard work that came with taking care of them. Having to clean the cages wasn’t that bad, really, and making sure that the tourists got their stuff back - if it was still in good condition after being dropped off the railings - was not that bad a deal in comparison to what the tamers had to do.

[i]Never doing something like that,[/i] he thought as he watched Samson, their Man in the Iron Suit, nudge the raptors back towards their pens. [i]They’d cut me out of that thing like living can-openers.[/i]

Of course, the people in charge of the park were heavy on safety measures, but he always preferred to let his colleagues take care of this sort of thing. After all, he was fine looking at the dinosaurs from a distance, but…

Yeah. He wasn’t going to get up close. Not even for some of the cash that his friends were offering for those kinds of selfies.

“Alright, they’re locked up,” Samson said as he stepped back out of the enclosure. “Get to cleaning up.”

“Yeah. There a lost and found list?” he asked.

“Yeah, boss gave it to me earlier. Put it somewhere…”

After a bit of spatial negotiation, Samson pulled a sheet of notebook paper out. It only had about four items on it, which was a better deal than Jeremy usually got. Often, there were at least a dozen sunglasses that had been lost in the pen, alone, and that wasn’t even including the disposable cameras, the hats, and everything else that tourists somehow managed to lose into the black hole of the pen.

“I’ll be back in an hour to let them out again. Think you can have it all clean by then?”

“Yeah, that’ll work.”

“Alright. Have fun.”

[i]Cleaning up raptor shit and playing hide and seek with half-shredded junk. Yeah. Fun.[/i]

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The cleaning only took about a half hour. Raptor mess tended to all go into a single pile, and they kept it to a corner of their enclosure. Whether they were doing that to be nice or whether they just didn’t like tracking mess through the area was anyone’s guess, but Jeremy just assumed that they didn’t like to walk in shit.

When that was done, he topped up the meat dispensers, made sure that their water was still running right, and then set off on his game of hide and seek.

It took him almost ten minutes to find the two missing cameras. He could tell by the tooth marks on them that they weren’t going to be any good to the people that lost them, and the sunglasses were so scratched that it looked like the raptors had been fighting over them. Hell, if it’d been people, he would have thought that they’d been trying to wear them.

As for the dropped cell phone...well, better not to think about that. Raptor claws could punch through a lot of stuff, and he was more concerned that the raptor in question had gotten a bad shock than anything else.

Tossing all the junk into his bag, he walked over to the holding pens. All females, the raptors all had their own slot, each one facing away from the enclosure. He knew that they were usually kept there for medical tests, but it also made sure that they were out of the way when the cleaning was going on. He liked to check on them after. It was the only time that he felt safe coming that close to the dangerous animals.

“Hey girls,” he said as quietly as he could, unable to quite keep the quiver out of his voice. “You all doing good? Huh? Feeling happy? Don’t worry, I’m almost done, then you can get back to...whatever it is you’re doing.”

Their tails stuck out, waving slightly in their rigid way, and he made sure to make noise and tap the end of their tail so that they knew he was there. He didn’t want them to suddenly freak out.

He went down the line of raptors, muttering names as he touched each tail like a talisman. It was the closest thing he had to a ritual with them, and it made him feel better to do this every time.

He’d just tapped the fourth tail and was about to tap the fifth when he realized it wasn’t there. Jeremy blinked, slowly turning to the cage.

There she was. Green and just a bit blue, staring right at him through the narrow side facing the enclosure. His eyes went wide as he took a step back.

“...Hi…” he whispered, almost as if the air had been punched right out of him at the sight. “Uh, um...you’re...you’re not restrained...are you…”

She almost seemed to grin...and then lunged for the door.

The holding door was meant to keep them from breaking through to the outside, not to keep them from breaking back into the enclosure. She knocked it open without even trying, landing right in front of him. Her claws were extended, her jaws spread wide showing each and every one of those horribly sharp fangs.

Jeremy did the only thing that he could think to do. He grabbed one of the cameras from the bag and threw it at her.

Of course, she caught it without even trying. A couple of chomps reduced it to nothing more than shreds of plastic and glass, and she dragged her claws through her mouth to pull all the pieces free. She clicked her teeth, advancing a bit more slowly.

“Uh, uh, good...good girl? Good...girl?”

His voice was rising up the octave range, and by the time he said ‘girl’ a second time, he was squeaking. God, it looked like she was smiling, somehow. What was going on? How the hell was he still alive?

[i]Don’t run.[/i]

He remembered that rule. Don’t run. Don’t make them chase. If they chase, they get hungry. If they get hungry, they eat. Move slowly if you can, don’t take your eyes off of the ground in front of them.

Backwards, backwards, bit by bit -

He slipped. Of course he slipped. He was right by the water, and he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and he was going to fall and the raptor was gonna kill him and -

Chomp.

Jeremy froze. The raptor’s jaws had closed around his belt, keeping him from falling any further back. That mischievous smile was still there, still making him feel nervous, but at least the creature pulled him back rather than chomped his dick off.

Just as he got his feet under him again, the raptor yanked her head back, and just like that, his jeans and his belt - and a good chunk of his underwear - went flying back with her.

[i]This...could not...get any more embarrassing,[/i] Jeremy thought. He was standing right in front of a deadly predator, dick hanging out, and he didn’t even dare move. Hell, he was terrified to the point where the only reason he hadn’t pissed himself was because he was sure that it would piss off this hunter.

The raptor clicked its jaws together before leaning forward. The rigid snout nudged at his lower legs, hot, wet breath puffing over his knees, then his thighs, before it bumped against his exposed balls. It huffed again, taking in a breath...then taking in another.

It huffed against him three times before her jaws opened, a low clicking sound coming from her throat before -

“MMPH!”

He was shoved, pinned, but rather than the deadly bite he was expecting, the raptor turned around, lowering her upper body and raising her lower half, her tail going up in the air and -

[i]That...that’s a cloaca...she’s showing me her cloaca,[/i] he thought, staring at the spot under the tail. The raptor raised the tail up a bit more, stretching the area around the hole, the area flexing slightly to the point where he could almost see the opening - or openings - on the inside.

[i]You...you’ve gotta be…[/i]

This was like a dream. A horny teenage dream of a guy going to an island of desperate, horny women that would fall all over him because he was the only male that they could have. This was like that, but with dinosaurs. A very...pushy dinosaur, considering how she stomped one taloned foot on the ground when he kept staring.

Wordlessly, Jeremy slowly got to his feet, his cock rising in something of a fear boner for what stood in front of him. The raptor clicked and screeched at him, almost as if pushing him to get on with it.

“Like...like this?” he asked, almost as if she could understand him. He nudged his dick under her tail, hoping he was sliding into the right hole.

It seemed like he did, because she pushed back instead of pulling away. That big tail almost knocked him right off his feet again, forcing him to grab a nearby tree to keep on his feet.

He didn’t have to thrust after that. She started squeezing, instead, her inner walls doing things that no human woman could do. It was like her body was made to just gradually milk out seed, or at least, be a more active participant than the females of his own species. Jeremy groaned, already feeling his balls rising up as her clenching, squeezing, grinding insides were slowly pulling him towards the edge.

The clicking and growling, the screeching and the grunting from the beast beneath him didn’t turn him off, either. It was like she was almost...praising him? Or at the very least, telling him he was good enough not to kill and eat.

Considering just what sort of partner he was dealing with, he could take that. He just hoped that the other members of the pack didn’t figure out how to get at him. Sexy as this was, he doubted he could satisfy the whole pack…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]