FSE

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No CGI (female)

by tagenar

{A story of Relian Relations I wanted to tell but didn't have room for. (See Archeons, book 4: https://daydreamingintext.blogspot.com/p/the-archeons-series.html) I didn't want to write this story in the Archeons universe as there's too much context, so here's the same scenario I had in mind with new context. It went in a very different direction from how I expected, connecting to Typist (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40217609) and even calling back to my sci-fi novel Huvek in how a human is learning to live by the rules of a different species: http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=729}

T couldn't sit at the bar, so she stood between two stools. Since alcohol never did much for her species, she always ordered the mixers by themselves, sometimes diluted with water, sometimes not. The bartenders knew this and made her drinks special. The modified Bloody Mary in front of her was technically virgin, but it had extra celery and was diluted with club soda, which made it exotic for her anatomy. Eating plants of any kind sent her metabolism in all sorts of directions, which allowed her to experience intoxication without alcohol.

She caught his scent again, lingering behind her. He'd been by six times in the last hour. She predicted what he would ask. Always the same questions since the movie came out, always the same answers. Humans didn't know she existed until the movie, and they were just learning the dinosaurs weren't CGI. Everyone at this bar was used to the idea and thus left her alone, so this guy must not be a regular.

T picked up the tumbler and took another sip.

The male scent passed by again. Then again.

Finally, it sat beside her.

“Hello, um..."

She snorted. Humans couldn't tell unless someone either had blobs of fat hanging from her chest or long hair. “Lady."

“Sure, ma'am. Um... I'm sorry, I just found out."

“A[b]out the dinosaurs in _Jurassic [P]ark?"

“Yeah, yeah, I thought that was computer animation, but... you're real."

“[W]e've been around since before you were using tools," T said. “[P]eo[p]le are finally starting to notice."

“So... all the dinosaurs in—?"

“All of the[m] are real," she said, taking another sip. “I [p]layed the clever girl, and I'[m] every[w]here in the Visitor Center chase. Also some game studio used me for their raptor sprites. [ B]lueSky, I think. The director [p]ainted all of us [m]uted colors so it wouldn't look like a co[m]edy. And yes, I [f]ucking hate that the only roles we get are as [m]onsters, [b]ut that's Hollywood. [P]roducers don't think audiences want to see dinosaurs talk, so they took out all the su[b]titles from our lines. I was just glad for the job. No, my li[p]s don't [m]ove like yours, so I can't [p]ronounce English [p]ro[p]erly and I have to ski[p] sounds and su[b]stitute others just to talk to [m]a[mm]als. This accent doesn't [m]ean I'[m] stupid or handica[pp]ed."

He fidgeted. “I'm, uh, stunned. I had no idea. I was taught you went extinct."

“Co[mm]on knowledge has a [w]ay of being [w]rong. [W]e've been the [m]onsters in your [m]ovies since the 1920s. Sometimes we get [b]ackground roles in grocery stores in real [m]ovies. I had a s[p]eaking role in _Ho[m]e Alone as the cashier, but nobody noticed I [w]asn't hu[m]an until Jurassic [P]ark came out. Now [p]eo[p]le are looking [b]ack and realizing [w]e've always [b]een here. Go [b]ack and [w]atch _Clue so[m]eti[m]e. I'[m] the cook, but I'll [b]et you re[m]e[mb]er a hu[m]an, don't you?"

“Yeah, yeah, people only see what they want to see. Everyone just told me that. Um... if you don't mind me saying so, uh, I don't know how to say this, but you smell nice."

She paused mid-sip and turned to him. He was young. Light-skinned. Dressed in loose clothing. Glasses. T set her glass down, tapping it with her claws.

“Really?"

“Yeah, I don't know how to say it. You just... smell... so nice. It's not like perfume or anything, and you obviously don't use shampoo, so I wasn't sure if I should even..."

She blinked, took a chance to scent him. He wasn't wearing any cologne, so she could catch his scent, and...

T stepped to the side, just a little closer to him, discreetly scenting him, just to confirm.

The way he fidgeted and looked around... She leaned closer to him.

“All the years I've [b]een around [m]a[mm]als, not one of you has ever co[m]pli[m]ented [m]y scent. Es[p]ecially [w]hen I'[m] in heat."

His face fell. “You...? Oh, uh—"

T bumped noses with him, the usual gesture of amusement between members of her own species. “Yes, I'[m] in heat. [M]ost [m]a[mm]als find it repulsive. I usually have to stay away fro[m] [p]ublic [p]laces. Call [m]e T. What's your na[m]e, and can you describe [m]y scent in your [w]ords?"

She had put him on the spot. Very nervous, but that would mean he would sweat, which might release more of his scent and make this easier. For her.

“I'm Charles. And... and... it's hard to describe, um..."

She stepped closer still, hip to hip with him, rubbing her snout against cheek. She wondered how he would react to a casual bonding gesture. Pungent scent. He was probably hiding a confused erection.

“Do your [b]est," T said. “I'm curious. You're a sight-[b]ased species, so it's unusual [f]or one of you to [b]e interested in ra[p]tor's heat. This language has no [w]ords for it, so I'[m] curious what co[m]es to [m]ind."

Being close to him seemed to help his courage. “It's... kinda sweet. Like sugar and pine-cones."

T snorted, nuzzling his cheek. “Co[m]paring a carnivore's scent to [p]lants. I'[m] a[m]used."

“Is, are there better words?"

“Not in this language. [M]y turn. I can s[m]ell your [p]its from here, and your scent is concrete [m]ixed with [b]ull intestine and [p]ig's heart."

Charles obviously didn't know what to do with that. “Is that good?"

“Neither good nor [b]ad. It's how you s[m]ell to [m]e." T leaned closer. “[P]ig's heart is always how a hu[m]an s[m]ells when he's hard."

He looked away. She placed a hand on his leg. He flushed. She tapped her claws on his leg and moved inward. Finding his penis was an accident, but now that she held it she squeezed it, growling.

“[M]y heat does that to you?"

“Yeah... every time I walk by. I had to come and talk to you."

She nuzzled his ear as she squeezed his cock through his pants. “[W]ould you like to know where [m]y scent comes fro[m]? I'll let you ex[p]lore all you want. I can tell you're confused. So am I, but I'[m] curious what a human does with this. I'[m] used to raptors circling me and fighting over me. My scent drives [m]ost of them [w]ild, and I adore watching the[m] fight for [m]e. Hu[m]ans usually run away, but you, Charles. Are you curious?"

He turned to her, reached over and placed his hand on top of hers.

*

If the bathroom had a lock, she would have gone there. T knew this bar kept their supply closet unlocked, so that's where she took him. She was leaning over a casepack of toilet paper, tail up. She felt Charles back there, hands on her hips, breath under her tail. He had the right hole, at least.

“That's [wh]ere it comes fro[m]," T said. “It lets [m]ales know I'[m] ready for eggs, but the [p]ills I have to take kee[p] that from ha[pp]ening. What do you think? Is it any [b]etter up close?"

He was just breathing back there. For a moment, she couldn't tell if he was interested or not, and then his hands gripped her thighs harder, and he started to take deeper breaths, feeling her thighs down, then up. T snorted as she turned her head and looked down her flank at him. All she could see were his fingers gripping her leg.

“Don't [b]e shy. I'[m] flattered you're so interested."

Now she felt a nose. Then a tongue.

“Ohh..." She widened her stance a little. He gripped her harder, and now her hips began tingling in time with his breathing. “I didn't think [m]a[mm]als ever [w]ent for dinosaur heat, but I like [wh]at you're doing [b]ack there."

He was getting bolder, and that pig's heart smell was strong. One hand lowered from her thigh and she heard something unzip, and then the hand felt her leg up. Meanwhile, he lapped her up, and her hips began to buck.

“Charles... you're doing a good jo[b]... enticing [m]e. I want to know how a [m]a[mm]al feels in [m]e. What do you think?"

For the first time, he came up for air, and she looked him in the face. He had dreamy eyes. “You taste amazing. I've never been this hard in my life. It almost hurts."

She growled. “[W]ell, [w]ould [b]e rude to let you [w]alk away in [p]ain. You i[mp]ress me. I actually want [m]a[mm]al cock now. [W]henever you're ready."

Charles rose all the way up. She'd never seen a human dick before, but compared to a raptor it didn't look too impressive. This would be amusing.

Panting, the human pushed himself in. To T's surprise, she felt every inch, and she growled. The sound caught her by surprise. He was already thrusting, and he was hitting some good places. Her neck curled back and she reached out to him, touching her claws to his fingers. He felt her claws as he pulled out. The push made her shiver.

The light in the room changed. T and Charles both turned to look. Another raptor stood silhouetted in the door. He was out of his slit and dangling, cock backlit underneath him, drops of lube streaming from his slit and hitting the floor. T could smell him, and just the thought of it made her shudder in delight.

The male hissed, moving in. He shoved Charles to the side, making him slide out. T stood taller to make room for him. The human quickly recovered, pushing himself off a shelf, teeth grinding. He shoved the raptor back, knocking him off her.

The newcomer faced him, fanning his claws, cock still out and dripping. The human... T's neck curled as Charles copied the stance.

The male raptor swiped his claws at the human. The human lunged forward and smacked the raptor across the snout with an open hand. The raptor recoiled and lunged, slamming into the human. Not even a fifth of his weight, the human stumbled backwards into the far wall, kicking and punching anything he could.

The small room was filling up with their scents. T's hips tingled. She hoped a third male would smell this and enter the fray. She hoped a dozen males fought over her. She could practically feel them inside her right now, just watching, just breathing them as they smacked each other and pushed one another to the side. The raptor was being careful with his claws, but the human... If he'd had claws, these would have been lethal strikes. Her hips tingled at the sight.

A punch to the snout.

Claws tearing a shirt.

Another punch to the snout and a knee to the chest, Charles snarling.

The raptor backed away to the door, standing there, cock still out, filling the room with his scent.

Charles was panting. He had not gone soft. He turned back to T. She lowered her hips a little and waved her tail. The human jumped on and shoved himself in.

T's mouth opened and no sound came out.

The dinosaur by the door looked on, half crouched, cock still dripping. Waiting his turn. T watched him, climaxing at just the thought she had others waiting to mount her. She felt Charles in her, as deep as he could go, trying to go even deeper. He managed to hit some good places.

When he stopped, T felt heavy with eggs. She looked back at him, reached with her snout and tapped noses. The other raptor also moved forward and tapped noses with them.

“That [w]as [f]un," said the new male. “[W]ho's your new friend, T?"

T gasped and found her voice again. “J, [m]eet Charles. He liked [m]y heat so [m]uch I let hi[m] have a taste. One thing led to another and..." She chuckled, shifting her hips.

Charles looked back and forth, coming back to himself. He still hadn't pulled out.

The other male turned to Charles. “I'[m] J. I [p]layed the freezer ra[p]tor in the movie. T and I have been together for three years. We met on the set of Ho[m]e Alone. Didn't expect to spar in here, but that—"

Charles now pulled out and backed up to the wall, hands spread. “Oh, God, oh shit I'm sorry I don't know what happened I just had to and I holy shit I really don't..."

J closed the distance, standing sideways against him and touching snouts. He reached down and grabbed the human's cock, still dripping cum. With the other hand, he brought Charles' hand down to his own cock. He stood with Charles like this for a while, and the human lost his words while he comprehended what he was doing.

J chirped and then switched to English. “Feel that? Claws on each other's [m]ost vulnera[b]le [p]arts. We do this after every s[p]arring. Keeps [p]eace between us when the fe[m]ales are in heat."

By now T had risen and stood with them, touching noses with both J and Charles. The human seemed calm enough, so J stepped away. Charles lifted his hand. It was slick with dinosaur lube.

“You've never done that [b]efore?" J asked, raising his own hand and licking a drop of the human's cum from his finger.

The human found words again as he looked away from his hand. “No. When you came in, I don't know what happened. I was just going with it."

J bobbed his neck. “That's a sur[p]rise. I thought you'd s[p]arred [b]efore."

T: “We used to live in [p]acks. [M]ales fought over the right to [m]ate when the fe[m]ales went into heat. We still have the urge, but now the fights are a ritual. Nothing gets me going like [w]atching them fight over me, even if J gets to win every ti[m]e."

“And nothing [m]akes me feel [b]etter than fighting over that scent and winning. I didn't expect a hu[m]an to fight back. You caught me [b]y surprise, so I let you have her. [W]as interesting, losing [f]or once." He huffed, imitating human laughter. “Next time, Charles, I won't give up so easy. I [m]ight even draw [b]lood."

T growled and nuzzled him, and then the human.

Charles was breathing much easier now. “I didn't expect to do that either."

J backed up and turned to the door. “I'll [b]uy you a drink, Charles. You have really never done that [b]efore?"

Charles joined him at the door. “No. It just happened. I liked her scent and then..."

“You knew exactly [wh]at to do. We should get him in a group of us, shouldn't we, T? See how he does with more than one [m]ale s[p]arring for that wonderful scent of yours."

T closed the door but didn't latch it. She had unfolded a Wet Floor sign and left it in front of the entrance, making a metal note to come back and clean up all the lube J had left, if no one else got to it by the time they closed their tabs.

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4539730.James\_L\_Steele

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7136003.Tagenar