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This is a work of fiction involving characters from The Land Before Time.

The particular story takes place after movie V: The Mysterious Island, and ignores the movies after it for the purposes of this story. The characters have grown to adults, and this is primarily a slash fiction involving Littlefoot and Chomper.

OMNIVORUS

Littlefoot relaxed on his side in the valley, large towering body folding neatly into itself while he splayed his legs and tail. He found himself here a lot lately, thinking about his life, what he has done, what he could do.

In the near distance he could see Spike wading into the river with his children, gently leading the young along, ever patient with their actions. Spike was the perfect father, and his children loved him deeply while their mothers were just thankful to have a male around who would care for them. Littlefoot knew that Spike and the females loved each other too, in their way. Spike was happy, it was a good life.

Near the valley walls in the great green field, Cera could be seen with her mate, Toro, and their children. Cera was roaring orders at the children, who were largely ignoring her, but she was laughing too. Cera would always be a leader with a sharp mouth and short temper, but unlike her father she became better too. She listened to everyone, took advice as equal no matter what species it came from, and had shed down the many barriers between the species. She had even started relations with species outside the valley, even non-herbavores. Once she had pushed out her father's voice, and thought for herself, she became the great leader she was meant to be. She gave a slightly louder roar at the children, who finally listened enough to realize she wanted them to come to the herd meeting where they could play with all the young dinosaurs, and they gave little screams of glee and rushed over.

Looking around some more he finally found Ducky and Petrie. They lived with Ducky's herd, helping raise children in the community. Ducky was ushering the kids along from behind while Petrie flew ahead and did tricks in the air to keep the kids interested and following him. When they reached the herd meeting the children dashed off to play with all the other kids, and Petrie flew down to rest on a branch right beside Ducky's head. She turned as he landed so they could touch snouts, and though he couldn't hear them, Littlefoot know they were saying how much they loved each other. Everyone in the valley thought their relationship was weird, how would they have sex? Children? But Ducky and Petrie insisted that they were happy, that they loved each other and didn't need kids, and that sex was none of your business thank you very much. Everyone had accepted it now as a normal part of life, and agreed that if they were happy then that's all that mattered.

Littlefoot watched as the adults gathered around and started the meeting. Sometimes he would go to these, but mostly he didn't anymore. Littlefoot trusted Cera. When she was thinking of starting a serious change she'd talk to Littlefoot first anyway to get his advice, but she never needed it anymore. She had become so caring, smart, and decisive, and besides her mate knew more about how it all worked in a herd setting, Littlefoot just knew how he felt about things. He felt useless and bored going to those things, and above all lonely.

His friends had lives now, busy lives that couldn't often accommodate him wanting to spend time together. It was okay, he wasn't upset, they were still his friends and always would be, but they weren't kids anymore and they had lives, and Littlefoot didn't. His grandparents had passed long ago, and he had never become interested in anyone romantically. Sure the Longnecks migrated through the valley, but Littlefoot wasn't interested in that kind of life. Always on the move, isolated to only your own kind, it just wasn't his way anymore.

Not for the first time Littlefoot looked over to the valley opening. Maybe he could just... Leave? He knew there were other valleys like this out there, travelers sometimes talked about it. Maybe he could find one with a big communal herd full of dinosaurs he'd never met and maybe there he could find someone to be less lonely with. He let his head carry him to the imaginary place, filled with imaginary dinosaurs and imaginary lovers, when he was brought back to earth by a sharp voice coming towards him.

"Hey Littlefoot, skipped the meeting today I see!" Cera butted the side of his body playfully with her own. Her giggling children followed suit, then immediately went to work climbing all over Littlefoot.

"Only because I didn't need another week of you going on and on about how important relations with omnivores are." Littlefoot gave a deep chuckle and a wink, but Cera huffed up anyway, as he knew she would.

"If we all start working together instead of fighting, maybe we can actually save this world Littlefoot, it's important!" Littlefoot smiled, impressed as always by her passion.

"I know, and I know you'll get it done Cera because you're the one to do it. How are you doing Toro?" Littlefoot turned to Cera's mate as he walked past, leading the kids on.

"I think you're right Littlefoot. This is happening Cera, if Littlefoot wants to skip a meeting it's not going to suddenly not happen. You've got this. Anyway, I imagine Littlefoot doesn't want to go be covered in kids when he doesn't have any or a mate himself. Let him be Cera, my love." Toro was quite intuitive, and had hit Littlefoot's biggest reason for not going right on the head.

Cera looked concerned for a moment, but wasn't very good with feelings and didn't know what to say. She was about to go back up to Littlefoot, but Toro stopped her, shook his head, and indicated she should take over the kid duty. She hesitated, she wanted to be there for her friend, but Toro would do a better job so she turned and left with the children.

Toro pushed his body against Littlefoot and lay down. "Is that what all this is, are you lonely?" He spoke slowly, kindly, and let the question hang in the air so that Littlefoot didn't feel rushed to answer, or at all.

He almost didn't answer, how could he tell anyone that he wanted to leave? His friends would beg him to stay, they wouldn't understand, but maybe Toro would understand. Toro came from outside the valley afterall. Without looking away from the entrance to the valley, he answered.

"It's more than loneliness, it's that I don't belong. My family is all dead, my friends are all busy with their own lives, and I'm not interested in anyone here in that way. I want to go out, I want to see the world, I want to find someone to love... but I don't know how to say goodbye to everyone."

There was a long silence as the daylight began to fade into darkness. Then, finally "Well... Why do you have to say goodbye?"

"What?," Littlefoot was surprised by the question, could you actually do that?

"I mean you've got to live your own life, and if the thought of saying goodbye is stopping you from living, then just go and live. I'll tell everyone if you'd like, and I think they'll understand." Littlefoot watched Toro, as if the 3 Horn might suddenly burst out laughing at his big joke. Toro wasn't laughing, instead he was giving Littlefoot a caring smile.

Suddenly the Longneck was thinking about it. He could follow the river up and down one of it's many branching paths, that way he could have plenty to eat as he searched. Littlefoot started to become excited as the plans played out in his head. He could go now, he could find where he belongs.

"Thank you Toro, I needed a push. You'll tell everyone for me? Tell them I love them, that I'll be back one day for a visit?"

"Of course, they're your friends Littlefoot, they know you and they'll understand." Littlefoot saw the wisdom in this, but mostly he clung to the hope of it. Pushing himself to stand, he turned towards the valley gate and began walking.

"You're going to leave now?" Toro didn't seem surprised, more like he wanted Littlefoot to stop and think.

"Yes, if I leave while it's getting dark no one will notice, any other time and either everyone would see me, or the night watch would see me." Toro didn't argue, Littlefoot was right.

As they came to the gate, Toro slowed to a stop with Littlefoot. The long neck looked down on the 3 Horn and felt compassion for him, friendship. Littlefoot smiled. "Thank you Toro, thank you for saying what I needed to hear."

Toro grinned and nodded, shaking his head a little as 3 horns do when they're trying not to cry. "You take care, the valley will always be here for you!"

Littlefoot gave a last grateful smile, then turned and left.

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The night air was humid and cool, and Littlefoot found himself enjoying the walk along the river despite the big scary change it meant for him. He thought about what he wanted to do, who he wanted to meet, he thought about kisses and snuggles and being able to say "I love you." He thought about working with children, maybe not having his own but working with all species of children. Maybe he could teach them, him and his mate could teach children. The thought was enchanting, and though he feared it would never happen he let himself plan on how it could.

He hadn't realized he was heading towards the beach until he smelled the ocean in the morning air as the sun rose over the water. Brought out of his thoughts, he looked towards the surf and admired the view for a moment before looking over and seeing his old friend Chomper's island in the distance. Littlefoot wished he could visit Chomper but the piece of land connecting it had vanished long ago. Besides, Chomper might not remember him, he might try to eat him.

Littlefoot continued along the edge of the beach anyway, towards where the land bridge used to connect the island. It wasn't exactly a short walk, but Littlefoot needed to know.

Once he reached the right beach, he waded out into the surf and moved back and forth, trying to find a raise in the land. He kept at it for a while, but finally he was tired and thirsty so he started moving on, except he waded through the surf to get there. Just as he was about to angle inward out of the water to get to the river he suddenly had to take a huge step up. After a bit of inspection Littlefoot knew that this was the land bridge! Not gone, just underwater. After making this Discovery he went back to the river to drink deeply and find something to eat, deciding he would cross in the morning.

Littlefoot

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The journey across to the island was slow as Littlefoot had to take cautious steps to find the bridge as he moved. Though slow, it was uneventful and he found himself stepping onto the beach just as the noon sun was beginning to sink. He took a moment to browse the trees, then moved inland to find water. As he walked, he wondered if Chomper still lived here, if perhaps he had found a mate, and if he would recognize Littlefoot.

The island was bountiful and it wasn't long before Littlefoot found water. He scanned the area for signs of predators, but the only life around was much smaller than himself. He dropped his head to drink deeply, letting the cool water refresh his salt-dried throat from the journey across.

Once he was satisfied, he looked up only to find himself looking into the eyes of a sharp tooth across the small body of water. Littlefoot knew it was Chomper right away, the blue/gray scales and feather covering being unique and recognizable. Chomper seemed to be sizing him up, so Littlefoot decided to speak before the sharp tooth could make a move.

"Chomper, it's me, Littlefoot!" He had a moment of true fear as Chomper failed to react at first, but then the big sharp tooth smiled with only his lips and cried "Littlefoot!" Before rushing over around the water.

Littlefoot turned to meet his old friend, and they embraced. Chomper was especially enthusiastic, nuzzling and even licking Littlefoot before letting him go. "I'm so happy to see you, I thought I would never see you again!"

Littlefoot found himself laughing like he would as a child, like he hadn't laughed in years. "I'm so happy to see you too, look at you! You've grown into such a handsome sharp tooth! Your feathers have a purple glow, it's beautiful!"

Chomper blushed a little, "Well you're not too shabby yourself, that dark brown down your spine is especially handsome!" Chomper turned to the side awkwardly, and while at first Littlefoot was confused, he soon smelled the musk that indicated Chomper was aroused.

"Wow Chomper, I didn't know you would be that excited to see me!" Littlefoot said good-naturedly, nudging Chomper. Littlefoot had been around this plenty, it didn't bother him.

Chomper gave a little embarrassed laugh. "I'm sorry Littlefoot, I just never see other dinosaurs and well... You really have grown quite handsome."

Now Littlefoot blushed, it had been a long time since anyone had any interest in him. "You don't see other dinosaurs? Are you alone here?"

"Yeah, Mom passed not too long ago and it's just been me, I've been thinking about leaving but..." Chomper shrugged, not really having an excuse for sticking around.

"Well, I'm happy you stayed, otherwise I'm sure we actually would have never seen each other again." Littlefoot nuzzled then licked Chomper. The smell from his arousal was not letting up, and Littlefoot was beginning to join him. It was an unfamiliar reaction to himself, he had never become aroused in response to another dinosaur. Not that he hadn't mated before, but he's never particularly enjoyed it. Maybe because they were female, he'd never thought of that but his sexual response to Chomper made him consider it.

Chomper had a much better sense of smell then Littlefoot, and he picked up on the long neck's musk right away. His body moved in response, forward to stand beside Littlefoot's neck. He then twisted his head around and began to preen and lick at Littlefoot's neck and down to the groove between his shoulders. He used his teeth, but he was gentle and Littlefoot gasped and leaned into it.

Both of them were already lost, thoughts having devolved into the need to mate. The fact that they were both male didn't matter, the fact that they were different species didn't matter either. Chomper swung his hips around so they bumped into the long neck's, and Littlefoot, as if he knew what to do despite that he absolutely did not, lowered his front legs and lifted his tail so his rear was exposed. Littlefoot's cloaca was swollen, and his large double pointed erection was already fully everted from where it hid in his tail.

Chomper didn't waste any time, he quickly moved behind Littlefoot and attempted to mount him. It took him a few tries to find a good position, finally settling in by leaning slightly to the side. Chomper's penis was longer than Littlefoot's, but only had one shaft with a bulbous head. Chomper adjusted himself until he felt his dick brush against Littlefoot's, then he tried to position behind the long neck's member and push, but couldn't find an opening like he would have on a male sharp tooth. Momentarily frustrated he tried pressing harder, but his dick slipped over Littlefoot's double shafts and then into his cloaca.

Once he felt Chomper's dick slip into his cloaca, Littlefoot let out a long low bellow and lifted his tail more to try and allow the sharp tooth better access. It pinched a little, but mostly it felt amazing to have this long thick tool buried deep inside himself. When Chomper began to thrust Littlefoot felt he had died and gone to the great valley in the sky. The more Chomper thrust forward, the more Littlefoot pushed back, and it wasn't long before they settled into a rhythm.

Chomper's sperm was already flowing down the groove on his penis, depositing into Littlefoot with each enormous thrust. Littlefoot too was producing, but with his cloaca plugged by Chomper all it could do was add to the growing cum collection inside him. After a while he could feel it sloshing inside of him, which added to his arousal. It even began to sneak out, flowing down his belly a little and dripping into the soft grass below.

Suddenly Chomper grabbed onto Littlefoot's tail with his teeth, firmly but not enough to pierce. With this better purchase the sharp tooth was able to quicken his pace and even push in deeper, the scales on his belly able to push up against Littlefoot's hemipenis. Littlefoot let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned to pleasure, and because he could no longer keep up with Chomper's veracious pace he let his hips go loose so that he slapped back and forth with Chomper by sheer force. Cum now flowed freely from his cloaca, a mixture of both of the dinosaur's sperm pooling in the grass below.

Both of them lost themselves to the pleasure, growling and groaning and bellowing until they could do nothing else anymore. With a final giant thrust Chomper released his hold on Littlefoot's tail and let out a giant roar. Littlefoot, not to be outdone, pushed back into Chomper so that the sharp tooth was buried as deep as possible into his folds and let out his own roar. Spent, Littlefoot laid on his side, back barely touching the water, and Chomper collapsed on top of him. Chomper's pulsing member was still just barely lodged inside of Littlefoot, and as it shrunk and withdrew a flow of cum came with it.

The two males bathed in the aftermath of their sudden mating, both exhausted to the point that thoughts didn't press at them. Chopper managed to lift himself up enough so that he could lay beside Littlefoot instead of on top of him. They pressed together as two lovers, and soon the lake clearing was filled with the steady slow sound of sleep breathing.