Welcome to Jurassic Weed
Welcome to Jurassic Weed
Owen Grady carefully opened the first airlock to the raptor enclosure. The harsh screech of the buzzer indicated that the first door was open. He carefully pulled it shut behind him and a light on the second door blinked green. Clicks and whirs echoed through the night air as the robust electromechanical locks disengaged.
His heart raced as the door opened up. The strap of the satchel he had with him dug into his shoulder. He looked around the enclosure, the moonlight casting shadows upon the grass. He sniffed the air. There was the distinctive animal odor of the raptors, the metallic bite of blood...and a smell that he had become quite used to -- cannabis.
Owen looked around the enclosure. One of the bushes rustled. His heart leapt into his throat; even though he had later discovered that the raptors were completely sapient, the primal fear of being in the potential presence of a nocturnal hunter still lurked.
And almost as it happened, the fear abated when he saw who stepped out of the bushes.
The slender, yet muscular body. The long sinuous tail, the brilliant amber-orange eyes that glowed with their own inner fire.
All this pointed to one possible creature.
Owen's best girl, his beta. Blue.
The raptor approached him and trilled. She nuzzled at the bag Owen was carrying. Owen gently scratched her neck and chuckled. "Easy girl, you'll get it after you show me what you've got."
Blue bobbed her head and chirped. She disappeared into the bushes. A few minutes later, she returned with a lighter, a length of what looked like hemp rope and two joints in her clawed hands.
She passed one of the joints to Owen who took it. "Ahem," he said.
The raptor chirruped softly and with her free hand, expertly ignited the lighter. The pale blue torch-like flame flared to life. She lit the rope, which glowed a soft red in the dark. She expertly lit a joint and passed it to Owen who then took a deep drag. Blue wasted no time in lighting her own joint and taking a puff. She threw the smoldering length of "rope" on the ground.
"Well, Owen," Blue said. "Shall we get started?"
Owen nodded, paying no heed to the fact that Blue was now speaking to him in a smoky, dark -- and dare he say it, erotic -- contralto. It was the marijuana talking. He remembered how Blue had gotten hold of a joint that a park visitor had discarded into the enclosure. Before he could stop her, she had picked up the smoldering stub, put in her muzzle and took a deep draw.
And then he got the shock of his life when he heard what sounded like a chain-smoking opera diva calling his name. Seeing as all the workers around him were male, he was at a loss as to where the voice was coming from.
Until he turned to the raptor enclosure and found Blue taking another drag of her joint and calling his name again. After several pinches to his arm and a quick survey of the nearby staff, he confirmed that he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating and that Blue was indeed, talking to him.
"Owen." Blue's voice snapped him back to the present. "You gonna finish that?"
"Right." Owen took a drag of the joint and a pleasant lightness washed over him.
Blue rumbled in pleasure as she took a second inhale. "Nothing like good weed you grew yourself."
"Mmhm." Owen took another drag.
Blue then nosed the bag next to him. "Now, the other goods?"
"Easy girl." He stroked her muzzle and gently opened the bag. Inside was a folded rectangle of plastic and a container of baby powder. He pulled out a blanket from the bag and spread it out on the dirt. Next to be removed was the plastic rectangle. Owen carefully unfolded the rectangle, revealing it to be a diaper that was clearly sized for a raptor.
Blue stood up and faced her rump towards Owen, taking care not to hit him with her tail. Owen got up, diaper in hand and placed the rear of the diaper over Blue's hindquarters. He carefully did up the tape for her tail and then pulled the front of the diaper between her legs. Unlike a baby's diaper, the tapes were on the front of the diaper and secured on the back. Amusingly, the diaper had an all over print of stylized dinosaur footprints.
The action he was performing was not foreign to him as it was something he performed before. Granted, it was a situation where Blue had to be shown to some Masrani higher ups. To keep things hygienic, he was compelled to outfit Blue with a diaper. Luckily, they had managed to make some raptor appropriate diapers.
Of course, things quickly turned strange afterwards when Blue refused to allow him to remove her diaper. When he finally convinced her to take off the diaper, he found that the diaper had a distinctive sheen inside the wet padding.
That and the fact Blue did not want to give up the diaper led him to put two and two together...much to his embarrassment.
Of course he wanted Blue to be happy but he very well couldn't tell the higher ups that his raptor had a diaper fetish.
It was then that he felt Blue nuzzling against him and sniffing him. "Mmm, that was some good weed," she said, as she puffed on the joint. Her orange eyes were half lidded as she rubbed her head on his chest.
Owen chuckled as the sleepy raptor gently forced him to the ground. Blue's diaper gently crinkled as she lowered herself down and rested her head in Owen's lap. Owen gently rubbed her muzzle and patted her diaper.
It was then he felt a warm sensation under his hand and the diaper gently swelling. He looked at Blue who had a pleased expression on her muzzle.
"Blue, you naughty girl." Owen gently squeezed her puffy diaper, eliciting a pleased rumble from the raptor and some squishing noises from the wet diaper.
"Mmm, sorry, I couldn't hold it." Blue rumbled. She snuggled further into Owen's lap and was soon asleep. The smoldering joint tumbled from her mouth and onto the ground. Owen yawned. The joint he had been smoking was almost burnt out and the marijuana was sending him into a relaxed stupor. He closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep.
The next morning, the workers who came by to feed the raptors were greeted with the distinctive, pungent scent of marijuana.
Upon looking into the enclosure, they found Blue sound-asleep, wearing a thoroughly soaked diaper and resting her head in Owen Grady's lap. The raptor trainer was also asleep. Two burnt out stubs that were clearly the remnants of joints lay next to the duo.
A collective sigh went up from the workers as they argued over who had to tell Claire Dearing that Owen Grady had gotten high with Blue and indulged in her diaper fetish...again.