[p] The Raptor Docility Project, chapter 7
#7 of The Raptor Docility Project
The saga continues! In which a loyal German Shepherd finds herself getting bred by a creature from beyond her epoch. Don't worry, though--she comes to quite excitedly love raptor sex! And certain eggy developments might be happening in the humans as well...
Sarah woke with a groan. What... had happened...?
She was naked and wrapped in a blanket, and her sex ached intensely. She rose with a shudder. She vaguely remembered something about power failure--going to check on the raptors--then things got hazy, but she had...
As her memory cleared, she swallowed, aghast. She had... mated... with Sunny? Oh god, she'd lost her virginity to an animal.
Both Z and Fran were up, both swaddled in blankets as she was. Fran looked like she'd been put through the wringer. The security guard, Nellis, was there too, looking worried and preoccupied. "What--" Sarah began, only to double over, groaning, clutching her hands to her stomach. There was a weird pressure down there.
The others stopped conversing and circled her worriedly. "Sarah?" Z asked, drawing close. "What's wrong?"
"I'm--I'm--a-ahhhhh--"
She broke off, panting, eyes wide, cheeks coloring with strain and arousal, and Z couldn't help but look at her tummy.
It was starting to swell under her hands.
Bells stalked between the buildings, alert and watchful. She had been ordered to guard the door, but strange sounds and smells had drawn her away. She could tell that something unusual was happening around here.
The raptors, for their part, were playing a merry keep-away. Flame had wanted to eliminate the strange new creature immediately, but Sunny was smitten, and Bluebell relished the challenge of outwitting a new adversary. So it was that Flame had taken Pinky to explore more of the outside world to leave the other two to their playtime.
Sunny had no idea why the strange furry creature excited him so; he didn't know that the scientists had patched his genes together with canine DNA, after all. He simply knew, intrinsically, that the female patrolling about was a fertile, viable mate.
Bluebell had proposed using her addictive juices to subdue the creature, but Sunny protested. He hadn't minded her help at first, but then he'd seen that Flame had broken and subdued his captive human without Bluebell. Now Sunny's pride was on the line; he wasn't the alpha, but he had to prove that he could do the same!
Bluebell thought that Sunny was being quite ambitious--had he forgotten that she was the alpha female? She outranked him, after all! But in the end, her ingenuity and craftiness won out over her pride. Subduing this creature without her addictive juices... that would prove a challenge. And she loved challenges.
As Sunny kept tabs on the strange female, Bluebell had stalked around the facility, looking for clues. And she had found them; a small chamber heavy with the scent of both a foreign human and the mystery creature. Bluebell had no idea what a guard station was, but she knew that the food dishes reeked of the furry animal, as did the squeaky rubber things littering the chamber. Deducing that the rubber things were the property of the animal, she collected one and returned to Sunny, helping him to formulate a plan.
And then it was time to put that plan into action.
Bells had a split second's warning before Sunny pounced her. She yowled in surprise as she was pinned down by his weight, tail thrashing and claws scrabbling against the dirt. Bells was a German Shepherd, big and strong, but even a dog of her size and strength was no match for a raptor. She thrashed uselessly for a few moments as Sunny effortlessly maneuvered her into position, and then she whined as she suddenly felt a pressure against her spade. The raptor's cock was erect and at the ready.
Without further ado, Sunny decided it was time to claim his second mate for the day. He pushed into Bells.
"Sarah? What's happening?" Fran glanced down at her fellow scientist in alarm. The strawberry blonde reclined back on the table where Nellis had initially placed her, cheeks burning with what Fran hoped was just strain--but given a certain lilt to the other woman's panting voice, she suspected it was more than just that.
Sarah's tummy kept growing by the second. First she looked full, then bloated, and now she was getting even bigger. What's more, there was a certain curve, a weight to her tummy, which Fran desperately hoped didn't indicate what she thought it did.
"F-feel them..." Sarah moaned, panting again as her tummy swelled out even more. "Growing inside..."
"Feel what?" Fran asked.
Sarah blinked and, with strain, rolled her head to the side to lock eyes with her superior. "I had... s-sex with Sunny..." she said.
Fran's heart sunk. The memories of watching Sunny and Pinky having their way with her subordinates would weigh on her forever.
"We noticed that his ejaculate has little things in it. We called them pearls," Sarah continued. "A-ah... oh fuck... t-they're not p-pearls at all... they're eggs..."
Instantly, Fran knew Sarah was telling the truth. She gazed down at her fellow scientist's still-growing tummy in distress.
"Oh my god," Z said, shock permeating his voice. "Sarah's pregnant."
Sunny thrust deep into Bells and the dog howled a high note of arousal despite herself. Her tongue was lolling from her muzzle; she continued scrabbling away with her paws, despite how useless it was.
For his part, the dino was treating this like everything he hadn't with the human. With Sarah, he had been slow, gentle, trying to ease his favorite human into the position of his mate. But somehow, he just knew that this creature wasn't the same. She was an animal, devoid of higher thoughts, and so Sunny had no compunctions against fucking her into the dirt.
Bluebell watched with pleasure, her own muff dripping with arousal, as Sunny took Bells. She loved seeing her compatriots assert their dominance over other creatures. And it looked as if both Sunny and Bells were enjoying themselves, the latter despite herself. For Sunny's part, he was having the time of his life. The dog was even smaller and tighter than Sarah had been, her quivering hole clenching fruitlessly around his cock and driving him to height after height of pleasure. Every squeeze was like a caress to his penis, inspiring him to forge onwards.
Bells had never been mated before. Though she hadn't been fixed--Nellis wanted puppies--her owner also used her for guard duty, and a pregnant pup wasn't effective at patrolling. So she'd been forced to wait. She'd never once anticipated that her first mating would have been with a creature beyond her epoch, a prehistoric predator brought back for reasons she could never understand.
He was so big. By now, any lingering sense of discomfort was by far being masked by the sheer enjoyability of being rutted by such a massive cock. Bells was a dog; she had instincts, she had heat, and her body had long since been pressuring her to hurry up and get fucked already. She wanted puppies! But she was a good girl. She loved her owner and was willing to wait until he was ready. That's why, despite everything--despite how good the raptor's cock in her felt, despite how her body screamed for her to be bred, to take it, despite the avalanche of positive feeling threatening to sweep completely over her, she still tried to fight him off and escape. She had been ordered to guard the door! She couldn't let any of the creatures inside! She did what she was told!
She was a good girl!
Bluebell was stroking her own muff with her tail, almost purring at the sensation. She could see the fight in the creature's eyes; the mysterious animal was close to being broken. It would be simplicity itself to use her special juices to push her over the edge. But Sunny wanted to do it without that help, and besides, Bluebell thought it was time to put her theory to the test. She retrieved the rubber toy she'd found, an impish light stealing into her eyes.
By now, Sarah was indisputably pregnant. She looked about the size of a usual woman at nine months, perhaps a little smaller; as she stroked her tummy, she groaned at the sense of the eggs pebbling inside of her. Though her stomach looked smooth, she knew that if touched, the eggs inside would be able to be felt as small lumps.
The others were busying around her, trying to set up a makeshift medical station. Fran and Z had completely forgotten their modesty in their concern for her, running about in nothing but their bare skin. Fran's body was covered in bruises and welts, and juices were caked around her loins... even in the midst of the strain (and arousal) of feeling Sunny's eggs swell within her, Sarah was able to put together that Flame had not been anywhere near as gentle with Fran as Sunny had with her. How sad...
Z bent over her, looking concerned, hooking up a sensor to her belly. Part of her almost wanted him to avert his eyes. She'd fantasized about Z seeing her body, but not like this... but then, she thought, both of us were fucked by dinosaurs. Neither of them would be the same after that night, she knew that for certain.
"You're gonna be okay, Sarah," Z said, looking down at her. Amazingly, his eyes weren't focused on her chest or her pussy or even her plump pregnant belly. He was looking at her face with concern. "We're gonna take care of you."
"Z..." Sarah said, before arching her back with a gasp. A sharp sensation had emerged from her loins, and she could feel something settling in her. "Th-they're coming," she whimpered.
He looked taken aback. "Already?"
Yes, already.
Sarah groaned as she began the process of laying, squeezing out the eggs.
A squeaky sound suddenly caught Bells's attention.
Her ball.
Ears perked up, the German Shepherd whined as the other mystery creature approached, carrying the ball in her mouth. Bells whined more, trying to scrabble free. That was her ball! Her owner let her play with it when she was a good girl! What was this thing doing with it? The blue lizard wasn't a good girl at all!
(Alain Nellis was wise to the way of training dogs. Just like with people, positive reinforcement paid far more dividends than reprimands. Some people used treats or praise, but he'd seen in a documentary that K-9 dogs were rewarded with a special toy, and he'd gotten one for Bells. She'd taken to it perfectly, loving her squeaky ball, and he made sure to reward her with it whenever she did right.)
Sunny slammed into her again and Bells keened. Why was her ball here? She wasn't doing a good job--she should be guarding the building! That's what her owner had commanded! She wanted to be a good girl!
The creature slammed in again, his scaly hide grinding against her spade, and Bells howled despite herself, a sound of sheer bliss. She loved this feeling. She loved sex. She loved getting rutted! Her body had been desperate to get bred for a long time, had craved puppies, but she had held out on her master's whims... but now that it was happening it felt so right! And her mate was so big and proud and ceaseless, it stoked all her animalistic needs. He was the sort of mate she needed. He would be an ideal sire for pups.
(Pups? Could a lizard give her pups? Somehow, Bell's animalistic instincts--the hormones that drove her--picked up a familiar canine-like scent from both of the strange creatures. Yes, she somehow suspected he could.)
But no! She was being silly! She had to escape, to guard...!
Setting the toy in front of the dog, Bluebell nudged it closer. Bells whined. Why was her ball here? The ball was only for if she was a good girl, and she--!
Just as Sunny slammed in again, the raptor crooning at the sensation of his canine lover squeezing tight around his cock, Bluebell squeezed the ball. Its rubber squeak triggered the reward responses in Bells's brain, chasing away all the bad thoughts.
Yes... that was it. If the ball was here, then she was a good girl, wasn't she?
Tentatively, Bells reached out her muzzle and squeaked the ball, delighting in the familiar pressure of the rubber and the sound it made. Yes--yes! She was a good girl! She squeaked it again. In fact... if the monsters were busy fucking her, that meant they would leave the humans alone!
Of course! Mating with this creature didn't mean she was failing at her job--she was protecting the humans, just as she was supposed to! And she was finally getting bred!
How wonderful!
Underneath him, Sunny felt his furry fuckmate finally stop struggling. She relaxed under him, taking his cock over and over, and squeaked that strange thing Bluebell had found incessantly. He could smell the change in her, going from distress and fear to happy acceptance. It had finally happened. He had mimicked Flame and found a willing mate, without having to rely on Bluebell's juices!
(She had still helped, of course, but Sunny didn't mind that. She was the alpha female, second only to Flame himself. There was no shame in getting a little assistance from an alpha.)
He settled in, squeezing into the dog again and again, delighting in her profound happiness as she continued rewarding herself with her ball. Surrendering to his instincts, he leaned over and took the scruff of her neck in his mouth--not enough to seriously hurt her, but enough that each of them knew who exactly was in charge. If Bells minded, she didn't show it. In fact, her canine pussy fluttered even more delectably around him, a sign of perfectly happy surrender. Bluebell watched it all unfold with the satisfaction of a job well done. So creatures could be pacified with more than just force or her hypnotic juices. Intriguing...
She stroked her cunt and shuddered. Yes, that was intriguing indeed.
Finally, Sunny hilted in Bells, howling as he came. Raptor cum flushed into her. This was different than he had done with Sarah; his body recognized Bells as a mate, so it didn't unload any of his false eggs into her. Instead, she was filled with fertile seed, her tummy rounding a bit from the sheer amount.
Sunny held in her for a few minutes, feeling her squeeze around him, wringing every last drop of cum; he luxuriated in a job well done. Finally, though, Bluebell reminded him that Flame would be cross if they took too long. Well, Sunny didn't want that. He slid out of Bells, barely noticing the other creature's yelp as she was suddenly left empty.
As Bells's new mate trotted away with the blue lizard, the German Shepherd tried to rise, but she was so thoroughly fucked that her legs could barely hold her aloft. Shouldn't she follow her new mate...?
Memories of Nellis and the other humans flooded back to her. No, she had a job to do. Retrieving her ball, she lazily returned to the gateway with a wagging tail, raptor cum seeping out of her all the while.
Fran heaved a sigh of relief. The last of the eggs had finally been laid.
They were a little smaller than a golf ball, mostly spherical in shape. She cast a worried look over at Sarah. The other scientist was asleep; laying eggs seemed to be far less straining (and dangerous) than a normal birth, but it had still taken a lot out of her.
Fran glanced down at her test results. The eggs were dummies. Unfertilized. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was bad enough that her co-workers had been preyed on by the raptors on her watch... worse still that Sunny had turned Sarah into an incubator... but if one of them had actually been bred by a raptor? Getting filled with nonhuman children? Well, that would just be... Fran shook her head. It would be completely diminishing. To see a proud scientist reduced to a raptor's broodmare was almost too awful to bear.
She rested her hand idly on her tummy as she thought so.
Nellis came up to her. "Now that Sarah's done," he said, "we should probably check the facility, see if they're still here."
For a moment, Fran had an intense sensation of fear. What if Flame found her again? What if he forced himself on her again? What if--!
She beat down her fears. She was the head of this project, so what happened was her responsibility. Z and Sarah had been through enough, and she couldn't ask Nellis to patrol for raptors alone. "Let's go," she said, grabbing the tranq rifle. "Z, stay here with Sarah."
Z, who was sitting on a chair near his friend, nodded wordlessly. Like Fran, he had thrown on a perfunctory outfit after Sarah's birthing process had finished. (Sarah herself was under a sheet.) Hot on Nellis's heels, Fran followed him out. When they opened the gate, guns at the ready, they didn't find raptors--but they did find their handiwork.
Bells was there: weary, happy, obviously well-fucked. Her tummy had mostly shrunk from Sunny's seed, some of the raptor's juices pooling on the ground behind her or caking her rear legs. Her tail was wagging and she was panting happily. Her favorite toy was at her feet.
She yipped excitedly at seeing her master. Was he proud of her? Did he know what a good job she'd done? Maybe it was in a different way than expected, but she'd guarded the door and stopped the monsters from getting in! She'd done so well!
And what was better, she'd finally been bred. In that animalistic way, Bells knew instinctively that Sunny's seed had taken, that she was going to bear offspring. Her tail wagged again. She couldn't wait. This was all so wonderful.
She trotted over to the shocked humans, resting her head against Fran's leg and looking up at her. Strange... the human's hormones had changed. She smelled different, almost like Bells herself.
That just made the dog wag her tail even more. They could be good girls together.