Raptor
By Divigon ( Divigon@furry.org.au )
This
story contains scenes of sex between reptiles and humans.
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This was not what
Tom expected to find. All right, he would admit
he was hoping for
an extinct species and would not have been
surprised to find
some which were undiscovered, but this? Not in
a million years.
That was the first
thing which went through Tom's mind. That and
the fact they would
probably never find his body. Then again, his
body probably would
not be around for long to find, even if
someone came
looking for it. Deep as it was, in the Amazonian
basin.
Slowly he became
aware that he was still alive. He had half
expected to be dead
by now. That, or at least severely injured.
Tentatively he
eased one eye open and peered around the clearing.
It had moved
closer.
Very close.
He could feel its
warm breath on his face, but he forced himself
to focus on it. He
was not an expert in this area, but he knew
what he was looking
at. Some form of Theropod. It was
impossible, but
that was what was standing before him, he knew
they had been
extinct for millions of years, but this one was
definitely still
around and he closed his eyes to wait for the
end.
Now he could sense
it, just millimetres from his face. It
breathed in and he
felt the air rush by. Any moment now there
would be a crunch
and it would all be over. He would move down a
few rungs on the
food chain and that would be it.
He jumped when he
felt it bump against his cheek. It was strange,
his first thought
was of how gentle, he had expected a ripping
sensation. Its
surprisingly smooth snout brushed against him and
he could hear its
breath rumbling past his ear.
Slowly he opened
his eyes and focused on it once more. A few
inches away an
alien eye stared back. Its black pupil seeming to
bore into his very
soul. Instinctively he shivered. The giant
head snapped back
and a low growl escaped its mouth. He forced
himself to be still
and followed its head with his eyes.
It was definitely a
raptor. It had to be.
A velociraptor,
just like in the movies.
It had a large
blunt snout, with two nostrils near the tip which
flared as it
breathed. It eyes were on the side of its head, but
positioned so they
could look forward as well as to the side.
They were similar
to a snakes, larger, but with the same slitted
pupil surrounded by
a mottled green iris. He was also acutely
aware of its mouth.
That seemed very large and was filled with
what he was sure
were very sharp teeth. Not large teeth, but lots
of them.
It noticed him
looking at it and cocked its head and chirped
quizzically.
This gave him a
chance to look at the rest of it. It was facing
him directly, it
was taller than him, but not by much, probably
only a foot higher,
but it leaned forward, bringing it down to his
height. The lean
was counterbalanced by a tail which curved away
behind it.
It had a set of
relatively small forelimbs. These sort of stuck
out in front, in a
similar manner to a kangaroo. He was acutely
aware of the wicked
looking talons on the end of each finger.
They curved into
the palm of each hand, dark, almost black and
looking incredibly
sharp. These were matched by similar talons on
the end of each large
foot, with the exception of the central claw
which was much
larger and arched up above the others.
Its colouring
surprised him. From what he had seen earlier, its
back was a splotchy
green with darker bars wrapping around its
body. He could see
the tips of some of the bars where they faded
into the paler
green of its underbelly. This was to be expected,
perfect colouring
for the jungle. Its throat was orange, almost
red, but this
quickly faded into a pale yellow which blended
seemlessly with the
green at about its shoulders.
His eyes travelled
back to its face with was still tilted on a
slight angle. Then
without warning it suddenly charged. This
took him by
surprise and its head hit him solidly in the chest.
His arms flailing,
he barrelled over backwards and into the soft
undergrowth. The
raptor continued to push at him and he clawed at
the ground,
propelling himself towards the edge of the clearing.
Suddenly he hit a
log and could go no further.
The raptor's lips
curled, showing the row of sharp teeth and its
nostrils flared as
its lungs heaved. It lent forward and Tom
braced for its
killing blow. Its cool snout caressed his bare
neck and he waited
it to snap his jaws and end it all.
To his surprise,
the next thing he felt was warm and moist.
"I didn't
expect it to feel like this," he thought.
Then he realised it
was the raptors tongue, not his blood, which
was causing the
sensation. The raptor gently licked at his neck,
then moved up the
side of his face. Its rough tongue removing the
bead of sweat from
his brow while its warm breath bathed his face.
He wondered what
was going on when the raptor stood up. It took a
step backwards and
laid a forelimb on his chest. He could feel
the sharp pinpricks
of its talons through his shirt and he waited
for it to
disembowel him. The smooth, cool talons moved up to his
neck and felt
around the opening of his shirt. In one even
movement one slid
under his shirt and down his body. The smooth
curve of it sliding
down his flesh while its other side cut
effortlessly
through the clothes.
When it had
finished, the raptor leaned forward and nosed at his
neck. Its snout
finding the fresh tear in the clothes and pushed
each half aside,
exposing his chest. Once again its muzzle began
caressing his skin.
Slowly travelling in a zigzag pattern across
his flesh.
Despite his
position, he began to feel a twinge of arousal,
especially when its
rounded nose found the waist band of his
shorts. These too
had been sliced open by its claw and it pushed
them and his
underwear aside, exposing himself to the mercy of the
beast.
By this stage, the
pleasure had been building slowly and his
member was
beginning to respond. Slowly expanding and gradually
moving over his
balls. He shivered as he felt its warm breath on
his manhood and
felt himself begin to lift. The raptor nuzzled
this area gently,
occasionally licking at his exposed skin and he
found himself
beginning to respond further. His member slowly
growing to meet the
creature's muzzle.
Tom had froze to
the ground in fear, but the attention being paid
to his crotch area
had caused him to squirm slightly and look
around. He had not
noticed, but the raptor had moved while it
caressed his body.
Where before it had been standing before him,
he now found it to
have turned around and positioned itself over
his body. Looking
up he found himself staring at the base of the
creatures tail.
The green
camouflage of its skin was still quite dark here, but
looking up he could
see an opening. It looked vaguely like a
cross between a
whale's genital slit and a snake's cloaca. Sort
of round, but moist
looking. Inspired by the growing pleasure in
his loins he
reached his hand up. Fearful of scaring the raptor,
he tentatively put
a hand on the inside of its leg.
It paused for a
moment in its ministrations, but then continued.
Taking a deep
breath, he ran his arm up its inside thigh and onto
its belly. Its skin
was cool and smooth to the touch, not unlike
a snake, but it
rippled and was more like a hide than individual
scales.
Growing more
adventurous his hand lightly traced over its belly
towards the vent.
He could feel its skin growing warmer the
nearer he
approached and he suddenly was extremely curious to see
what it felt like.
The raptor stopped
its ministrations and pivoted its head back to
look at him.
Summoning up some unknown reserve of courage, he
ignored it and
traced gently along the outside of the beast's
opening. The inner
circle of flesh rippled and a milky drop of
liquid appeared. He
ran his fingertips very gently over the
centre of the area
and was rewarded by a trill from the raptor.
Growing bolder he
spread the milky drop over the lips and watched
almost hypnotised
as they rippled and tried to grasp his finger.
Placing his finger
at the centre he heard himself let out a soft
gasp as his digit
was easily swallowed by the pulsating lips.
Inside was very hot
and moist and his finger was continuous
massaged in
extremely erotic ways as he found himself fantasising
some bizarre
scenarios.
The sensation of
the raptor nuzzling at his member returned him to
reality and he was
surprised to find himself fully erect with a
bead of precum
glistening at his tip.
He could stand it
no longer. If he was going to die, so be it,
but he was going to
die happy.
Squirming out from
between the raptors legs, he forced himself
into a sitting
position on the log which had trapped him earlier.
To his surprise the
raptor had let him go and now looked over its
shoulder as if
waiting for his next move. Reaching out slowly he
moved it tail up
and off to one side. Obligingly the raptor
backed towards him.
He leaned forward to grasp the creatures back
and felt his erect
member slide along the underside of its belly.
The raptor too must
have felt this as it shifted its weight. He
felt himself moving
towards its warm opening, then he was
positioned over it.
Instinctively he pushed up and the raptor
pushed down. He let
out a groan of pure pleasure as his member
sunk deep into the
beast's hot opening.
The raptor let out
a trill and began to massage him with its slick
sides. Tom found
himself moaning in pleasure as his hips began to
stroke him in and
out of the creature's vent. He tried to stay
calm, think of his
seven times table, anything to take his mind
off the pleasure
which was assaulting his maleness at this time.
The pleasure which
stroked slowly up and down, over and over,
ripples of tightly
muscles sliding back and forth with warm juices
running down his
shaft and over his swollen balls...
He was unsure how
long he was there for. For him, all that was
important was the
beast before him and the pleasure it could
bring. Alas, he
could not last forever and with a groan he felt
himself pass the
edge of the plateau on into the air beyond. His
member was milked
by a series of tight clenches from the beast as
he spasmed wave after
wave of hot seed inside the raptor.
Eventually he could
give no more and he collapsed exhausted across
the back of the
beast which he realised was purring loudly. It
leaned back and
nuzzled softly at Tom's forehead before its tight
vent slowly surrendered
his ebbing member. Gently it stepped
forwards, leaving a
clear string of its juices and his semen
between itself and
the human.
Tom's ragged breath
gradually slowed until it matched that of a
sleeping man. The
raptor turned and deeply inhaled the human's
scent, imprinting
it onto its brain. It then turned and stalked
into the shadows of
the jungle, quickly fading into the
undergrowth.
Tom awoke several
hours later. Completely naked except for his
boots and a
multitude of insect bites. He gingerly made his way
back to his
campsite and pulled on a robe. Looking around at the
surrounding jungle
he glimpsed the vague outline of a large head
and listening
quietly he could hear an occasional soft chirping.
Picking up his
satellite phone he dialled up his office.
"Yeah
Boss," he spoke into the mouthpiece. "I haven't found much
so far, but I'm
confident that I'll find some eventually. I've
decided to stay an
extra couple of weeks."
He paused,
listening for a reply.
"What's that?
The local wildlife. Yeap, it can be pretty
ferocious, but I
think if you can respect it, it can respect you
back."
He listened to the
reply and hung up the phone, staring into the
undergrowth. Some
leaves moved in some hidden movement and he
stared at the large
head which appeared from nowhere before him.
No, he didn't
expect to find this sort of thing when he came here,
but he was happy he
did.
The raptor bumped
noses with him and chirped. He absently stroked
its cheek. Yes,
very happy...