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Extreme Ecstasy

An Extreme Dinosaurs Fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author's Note: Extreme Dinosaurs and all related characters are copyright © Mattel. The author does not own these characters, and makes no profit from this story.

"What have you found?"

Despite himself, the mulberry-colored Raptor, Spittor, started, glancing nervously over his shoulder at his orange-scaled leader. Badrap, leader of the Raptors, was not someone to cross if you could help it. Though Badrap considered Spittor and Haxx, his henchmen and partners in villainy, to be as close to friends as he ever allowed himself, the wicked reptile was nevertheless quite hard to work with...and could be very hard on his "friends" when they didn't meet his standards.

As Badrap drew nearer, allowing him to look over his scientifically-minded henchman's workbench, Spittor unconsciously lowered his tail over his rump, only barely concealed from view by his skintight bodysuit, something a casual observer might mistake for his actual scaly skin, since it was the exact same color. Though Badrap didn't like to admit to any sort of emotional weakness, and hated it when his two followers did so, he did feel the need for...intimacy on occasion. This sometimes proved to be a problem, however, since there weren't any female Raptors on Earth, and yet Badrap needed some outlet for his lust. Spittor was still sore from the last time it was his turn to sate his leader's lusts. It had been fun, sure, but Badrap always got pretty rough, and Spittor was a lot more delicate than the strong but dim-witted Haxx, the muscle of their team. Haxx, in sharp contrast, seemed to enjoy sex in any and all forms, and didn't seem to care if he was giving or receiving. That the muscular Raptor was easy on the eyes and really easy to talk into just about anything made him a lot of fun to be around.

Still, it would be nice to have some females around the old lair sometimes.

Which, naturally, was why Spittor was working on his present project.

"Well, if you're sure you don't want to run with my idea of installing 'attachments' to the Cyber-Raptors," Spittor began hopefully, then continued when he saw the slight tension around Badrap's eyes, "then I'd say I've made a significant breakthrough here."

Reaching through the clutter on his workbench, Spittor picked up a raygun. It was a silly-looking bit of equipment, very much like a prop from an old-fashioned science-fiction movie, with an obvious satellite dish-like structure on the barrel.

"After doing some research into Quadrainian physiology," Spittor continued as he handed the gun to Badrap, "it appears that they are one of only a tiny number of non-reptilian species that can actually interbreed with we enhanced dinosaurs."

"Interesting," mused Badrap, rubbing his metal jaw with one hand, his deep voice showing his interest. "Very interesting indeed. But what does this gun have to do with it?"

"It's a mental accelerator," Spittor explained, growing excited as he began to speak about his newest toy. "It's designed to reach into the most potent, primitive parts of the brains of its targets, and awaken their innermost instincts and desires. Presently, it's configured to Quadrainian minds, but with a little tweaking, I think it could be made to work on just about any species."

"All well and good," Badrap allowed, fixing Spittor under his cold gaze, "but I told you I wanted to find a way to bring Chedra Bodzak onto our side. Sex was only an incidental side-benefit. How will a ray that influences her instincts make her work for us?" Badrap curled up his upper jawplate to show his slight agitation. "I wanted mind-control, Spittor."

"Mind control is...difficult, sir," Spittor explained rapidly, cowering slightly before his leader, fearful of the tail-raping he knew would follow if he failed (though not nearly as much as he liked to let Badrap think). "But emotional control, ah, now that's something entirely different. You can't just zap anyone and make them do whatever you want - eventually the mind rebels and finds a way to get around the control...well, except perhaps with someone like Haxx, or that foolish Extreme Dinosaur, Spike," Spittor amended thoughtfully, filing the idea away for later amusements. "The emotions and instincts, though, rely on parts of the brain over which there is no conscious control whatsoever. Stimulate those areas in the right way, and you can get someone to act and react just the way you want them to. It's not quite mind control, of course, but it can get wickedly close." Then the mulberry-purple Raptor scowled. "The only problem, of course, is that I don't have a great many Quadrainian test subjects to work with. I suppose I could try using it on Argor Zardok, but...um...I'd really rather not."

"That I can understand," growled Badrap - he had a sharp dislike for the renegade Quadrainian, but served him on occasion, more-or-less, because it generally suited his own purposes in trying to restore the Earth to its Mesozoic state, where dinosaurkind would be at their most comfortable, and most powerful. "But you think you can use this raygun to get control of that meddling galactic police officer, Chedra Bodzak?"

"Well, perhaps not with fine control," hedged Spittor. "But I believe the gun can convince her to be a bit more...primal," he added with a lecherous leer. "Since she's compatible with enhanced dinosaurs like ourselves, all we'd have to do is hit her with the ray, and she'd start to regard us as her mates. She'd be willing to do just about _anything_we could want...and once she's hooked on hot, hard Raptor meat, she'll turn into our virtual slave."

Like I am for you, Spittor mused to himself with a slightly wistful smile at his leader, one that he hid quickly, not wanting to let any of his weaker, softer emotions show.

"A plan well-suited to true Raptor thinking," Badrap agreed with a wicked, razor-toothed grin from his metal mouth. "Just what I expected from a devious mind like yours, Spittor. Now," he sighed, glancing toward the door of the lab, "if only we could convince Haxx to think a little bit like you do. Did you know, the last time I sent him on a solo mission to spy on those misfit fools T-bone and the others, he got caught...and I think he did it on purpose." Badrap snarled. "That idiot can't think any farther than the length of his cock!"

Of course, Spittor _did_know all about the incident Badrap was referring to; he'd been the one to download the video file Haxx had brought back from his time being 'interrogated' by the Extreme Dinosaurs. Naturally, he'd decided to keep the video for his personal records. Not only would Badrap have disapproved of Haxx's tendency to fraternize with the enemy, he would probably have taken the video away from Spittor, something Spittor was determined not to have happen: Haxx, dim-witted hunk of Raptor that he was, was a natural when it came to showing off while getting gang-banged by the five Extreme Dinosaurs. Spittor was pretty sure about Badrap's likelihood to take the video away, because that's exactly what he did to the video feed from the last time _Badrap_was captured by the Extreme Dinosaurs.

Lucky I made a backup file, Spittor mused to himself, leaking a little acidic drool from the corner of his mouth at the memory. Of course, Spittor had never allowed himself to be captured. Unlike Badrap and Haxx, he was of a slightly more delicate constitution, and while he had to admit to some truly perverse fantasies...well, handling Badrap in some of his more savage moods was quite enough for Spittor's poor tailhole, thank you very much. Even if some of the things the Extreme Dinosaurs did to Badrap and Haxx while 'interrogating' them did look awfully fun...

"Now all we need to do is find a way to get that blue-skinned cunt alone," Badrap was already scheming, "and we'll have not only all her loyalty and training and information on our side, but all the blue pussy we could want!" The orange-scaled raptor's black shorts were already showing a sizable bulge in the front, his tail flicking as he walked to the door of the lab, his eyes thoughtful rather than shrouded in lust, despite his arousal - Badrap was well-skilled at thinking when he was horny; in fact, he probably did his best thinking while he was plowing tight tail. "I'll be in Haxx's room," he growled back at Spittor, setting the raygun down on a nearby workbench. "You keep working on that gun, and make sure it works properly - I don't want any equipment failures while we're on the job."

"Right away, Badrap," Spittor agreed with a wicked grin. As soon as the door slid shut, he hurried over to a bank of equipment on one side of the room, and pulled up the security feed for Haxx's room. Ah, there we are...

"Oh, hey Badrap," Haxx called out from his cot, where he was casually lounging - naked, as usual, since the big lug hated clothes whenever he could avoid wearing them. "What's going on?"

"You dimwitted imbecile!" snarled Badrap, advancing on the gorgeously-muscled, mahogany-scaled Raptor, who blinked in surprise, then widened his eyes as he looked down at the swollen erection of his leader, who'd shed his shorts somewhere between Spittor's lab and Haxx's room; rather than looking frightened, though, Haxx looked excited, his own penis quickly starting to harden. "You were sent to spy on the Dinosaurs, not get gang-banged by them!"

"I didn't get caught on purpose, Badrap," pouted Haxx. "They've got really good security over there. That, and you know how quick that lady, Chedra, is when she's on security duty. I didn't stand a chance."

"No excuses, you worthless excuse for a Raptor!" roared Badrap, seizing Haxx by the shoulder and metal tail and easily forcing the buff Raptor onto all-fours. "There is only one reward for failure!" He licked his metal lips as he shoved Haxx's head to the pillow, then moved both his hands to roughly maul the other male's brown-scaled bottom. "Punishment!"

"Oh yeah," hissed Spittor softly as he leaned back in his viewing chair, tugging down the skintight trousers he usually wore, freeing his rigid, dripping erection. "I'll almost be sorry to have that Bodzak woman around - we have so much fun on our own."

*

"I really don't understand why you spend so much time with these plants," Chedra Bodzak stated as she placed a hose at the base of one of the many small trees in Spike's garden, opening its valve so that it released a light trickle before setting the hose down so that it could slowly but thoroughly saturate the soil. "Most of them aren't edible, even to you, and they take up a vast amount of time and resources. It just isn't logical."

"Logic's got nothing to do with it," answered Spike with a smile as he carefully snipped away dead leaves and small branches from a bonsai tree he was growing in another section of the small greenhouse. "I do this 'cause it's relaxing, Chedra. Don't you ever do something just 'cause it makes you feel good?"

"Of course," the blue-skinned Quadrainian woman immediately replied, a slightly smug smirk on her face. "According to paragraph 8, section T, of book 71 of the Quadrainian legal code, all law enforcement personnel are required to take regularly scheduled breaks to avoid burning out. Though," her smile faltered as she considered what she'd just said, "I do admit, I don't really enjoy taking breaks from my work."

"So it's your work that makes you feel good?" Spike pressed, the blue-scaled triceratops looking over his shoulder hopefully - he'd always had a crush on Chedra, and quite frequently tried to get her to open up and share things about herself. He, of course, didn't really have much to share about himself, since she'd been with him for the majority of the time he'd spent as a humanoid, and his time as a true dinosaur, before Argor Zardok turned him into an Extreme Dinosaur, wasn't one he remembered too clearly, since his brain had been so tiny at the time.

"I guess so," Chedra admitted after a short pause to think on the matter. "It's always been the most deeply satisfying thing in my life to go out and help keep order in a universe that's always so...messy."

As she spoke, Chedra glanced around at the lush greenery around her, studying it with a serious expression. Finally, however, her expression cleared, her lips turning up in a gentle smile.

"You've ordered things here, Spike," she said with a sense of dawning realization. "I guess I always expect working with plants to be nothing but a mess, just like the rest of this strange dimension. But here, you've made a place of order and beauty." She stepped forward, resting a hand on Spike's broad, heavily-muscled back. "I can actually understand why you'd put so much time into your gardening; it's actually pretty amazing, now that I think about it."

"Um, thanks," Spike said, his tongue suddenly seeming to get tangled up with his lips, keeping him from saying much else. Lacking more than instinctive, primitive memories of mating experiences from when he'd been a true dinosaur, and gifted with a somewhat innocent mindset (the less charitable might have called him dim-witted, but good-hearted), and most certainly lacking any other females on which to practice his social skills, Spike really didn't know how to talk to girls. Especially not ones he liked, like Chedra Bodzak. This was highly unfortunate for him, since at that moment in time, if only he'd known how, he could have guided Chedra down the path of romance with only the lightest verbal nudging, for she'd allowed herself to open up to him, even as she'd opened up to the idea of gardening.

Several minutes passed, during which Spike just worked on tending his little bonsai, while Chedra watched him work over one shoulder, her hand idly stroking the sculpted physique of his broad back. His mind racing, Spike tried to think of something - anything! - to say to Chedra, or something he could do that might change their relationship from "just friends" to something more. But the big blue triceratops was even less experienced in this field than the most socially awkward, pimple-faced human teenager, and try as he might, the words just wouldn't come.

Then, suddenly, the moment of opportunity passed as the alarm in the old dinosaur museum where the Extreme Dinosaurs made their home in the modern world went off.

"Those Raptors must be up to something again!" Chedra exclaimed, taking her hand off Spike's back as she turned toward the greenhouse's entry. "Or maybe even Argor Zardok!"

Chedra Bodzak had initially come to the planet Earth back in the Mesozoic era to arrest Argor Zardok for his various crimes, especially those involving biological meddling with less-developed worlds in the physical dimensions. She'd arrived just in time to give the Extreme Dinosaurs, which he'd just turned into hulking humanoids from their savage saurian shapes, an opportunity to choose between right and wrong. Fortunately for her, they'd decided to side with right, even though the Raptors had chosen instead to side with Argor Zardok, at least while it suited their purposes. Naturally, Chedra was always eager for an opportunity to tackle Zardok whenever possible, but she thought of facing the Raptors as a second favorite, since they were, after all, at least partially her responsibility, since she'd failed to stop Zardok before he'd created them.

Following behind Chedra, albeit at a slightly slower rate, since his heart felt heavy with the sense of a missed opportunity, Spike trailed along into the Extreme Dinosaurs' living room, where T-Bone, the orange-scaled tyrannosaurus rex leader was already standing in front of a large viewscreen, while Stegz, the green-scaled stegosaurus brains of the team, worked the projector.

"It looks like the Raptors are at it again," said T-Bone with his typical serious air, his arms folded as he nodded toward Chedra and Spike in greeting as they entered the room and swiftly went to the massive couch where Bullzeye and Hard Rock were already seated. Naturally, as soon as Spike sat down next to his best friend, the red-brown-scaled pteranodon held out a bag of chips, a bowl of salsa (the Extreme Dinosaurs' favorite food) resting between his legs. Grateful, Spike took a big handful of the chips, and started to dunk them in the salsa (making sure not to double dip, of course), doing his best not to crunch too loudly while T-Bone played the setup for their next mission. "They're hitting the beach this time, and it looks like they're serious about causing some trouble."

The screen behind T-Bone immediately showed images of the three Raptors, flanked by a small horde of their mechanical Cyber-Raptor minions, storming the beach, with tourists, sunbathers, and surfers running for cover, screaming as they dodged blasts from the Cyber-Raptors' rayguns.

"The situation is pretty bad, I'm afraid," T-Bone added, the screen shifting to a still picture of Badrap with his arm around the throat of a beautiful blonde bombshell wearing a gold-colored string bikini. "That's Chessica Alpo, a human superstar and supermodel. Apparently she was shooting a movie on the beach when the Raptors attacked, and now they've got her prisoner, and are demanding her studio pay up big if they want to see her again."

"Taking hostages for ransom isn't really Badrap's style," Stegz mused thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "He's more the smash-and-grab sort of villain, and he hates dealing with humans in the first place. Money isn't really something that interests him, either, any more than we really care about it. I strongly doubt he's serious about his claims of returning the girl, even if her studio does pay up: he's plotting something."

"Since when is that something new?" Bullzeye laughed, which Spike shared. "So what's the plan, T-Bone? We gonna thrash some tail?"

"Luckily for you, it's a beach," Chedra Bodzk interrupted, looking over the stills still playing on the screen. "So there's not much property damage you can cause. It looks like most of the humans have run off, too, so you don't have to worry about more publicity." She rolled her eyes as she said this - the Extreme Dinosaurs were absolutely terrible at keeping a low profile when they swung into action, despite all her efforts to keep them under control. "I suppose, as long as you can get this Alpo woman out safely, you can do whatever else needs doing."

"Actually," T-Bone took over with a toothy smile, "that's something I wanted to talk to you about, Chedra. You're good at this whole subtlety thing, and you look close enough to a human that you can probably pass for one in makeup, especially since there was a movie being shot on site anyway. While we have our fun up front, I want you to slip in the back, and get Miss Alpo out safely. Once you've succeeded, just use a flaregun, and we'll know we can really let loose."

"Nice to hear that you're thinking about consequences for once," replied Chedra, her tone only slightly snippy, which was a major leap up for the by-the-book interdimensional police officer.

"It wasn't easy," admitted T-Bone with a grin. "Now, here's what we know about the lay of the land - pay attention, Spike, Bullzeye! You're going to be on point!"

*

"This was not what I expected," grumbled Spittor, pouting off to the side of the rocky alcove near the edge of the beach where the Raptors had set up their temporary base while they waited for the Extreme Dinosaurs to show up. "You'd think taking a supermodel hostage would be a lot more...fun."

"Haxx is keeping the hostage distracted," replied Badrap, rolling his eyes. "Now shut up and keep watch - those prehistoric-minded fools could be here any moment."

The plan, like most of Badrap's plans, was a fairly simple one: cause havoc, get lots of attention, and lure the Extreme Dinosaurs out to play. Taking Jessica Alpo as a hostage had been an unexpected bonus. If Badrap had actually included the blonde superstar in his original plans, he might have included other...activities to do with the human hottie. Since Badrap wasn't terribly good at improvising on the fly, however, and he seldom got in the mood unless he'd had some time to work himself up, the human girl was about as safe as could be expected. Well, safe from Spittor and Badrap, at least. Haxx, however, was thoroughly enjoying having his way with the hapless human.

"Yes!" exclaimed Haxx in exultant triumph.

"You're pretty good at this," admitted Jessica approvingly. "For a beginner."

"I'm just lucky," agreed Haxx. "Now king me."

Being Haxx, having his way with someone wasn't what you'd expect. In this case, it meant the supermodel was teaching him how to play checkers. As much as his two companions might crow about how ruthless and powerful and dominant Raptors were...well, they had a certain soft spot for the sexy red Raptor. Even as eager to please his two companions as he was, which made him quite happy to help out in all their schemes, he wasn't really that bad at heart, and far too often, Badrap and Spittor indulged him, though they'd never admit it openly. While Haxx would probably have been more than happy to leave Jessica Alpo a wet, sweaty, and very satisfied mess on the beach, he wouldn't do anything to her without her permission, and as long as Haxx wasn't going to do anything to her, neither were Badrap or Spittor.

Well, not as long as the Extreme Dinosaurs showed up soon.

"I don't see anything," Spittor growled from the rocks he was crouching on, on the top of the natural fort formed by the rocky outcrop at the edge of the beach, squinting his eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "I thought I saw something move in those trees over there a little while ago, but it was just a bird flying off."

"Birds fly off for a reason," snapped Badrap, snatching up a cyberscope and pressing it to his eyes. "Cyber-Raptor thirty-five, get over there and take a look around!"

Peering through the cyberscope, Badrap was able to look through the eyes of the Cyber-Raptor as the gold-colored metal dinosaur stomped its way toward the forest beyond the beach's sands. Squinting a little, he curled his metal lip as he noticed movement in the shadows cast by the trees, the enhanced motion detection of the robot's optical sensors allowing him to pick up far more than he could with his own eyes.

"There's something there, all right," he growled softly, nodding. "Get closer, thirty-five...that's it...closer...GAH!"

Suddenly Badrap's view was filled with the sight of a massive blue-scaled chest filling the viewscreen of the cyberscope, followed an instant later by a powerful whipping tail, before the entire screen flashed brightly, hurting Badrap's eyes, forcing him to drop the cyberscope with the rush of pain, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Blasted-...I thought you fixed the flash suppression!" he snarled at Spittor, his eyesight quickly returning, albeit with spots dancing across his vision for a short while longer.

"It's a work in progress," Spittor admitted sheepishly.

In the brief span of moments it took Badrap to get his vision back, the Extreme Dinosaurs were trashing their way right through his Cyber Raptors. Blinking several more times, the leader of the Raptors winced as he saw, on the left, the green-scaled stegosaur, Stegz, tear through a row of his robots, his sharp-edged body curled up like a buzzsaw - if those had been real Raptors, Badrap could only imagine the carnage! The anklyosaur heavy, Hard Rock, stuck close by Stegz, covering his sides and back, using his immense size and strength to simply plow his way through any Cyber Raptors that somehow managed to slip past Stegz sawblade rampage. To the right, Spike, the blue-scaled triceratops, waded through Cyber Raptors with lethal efficiency...well, it would have been lethal, anyway, if they'd been alive, and not just robots. The martial artist of the team, Spike made short work of anything robotic that got in his way, with Bullzeye, the red-brown pteranodon, running interference from above. Of course, right down the middle came the orange-scaled leader of the group, T-Bone, every one of his mighty stomping steps making the earth shake as he almost casually swatted robots out of his way, left and right, making a B-line straight for...uh-oh.

"Spittor, Haxx!" Badrap bellowed as he braced himself for impact, only peripherally noticing the blue-skinned woman just behind T-Bone, watching his back. "Get over here and help me!"

Promptly, Haxx leapt up from the game of checkers, and leapt to the attack, energy blades flashing from his wristlets. He howled a horrible war-cry, and hopped up onto a rock, using it as a springboard to leap at T-Bone, toeclaws and energy claws outstretched. The moment the mahogany-scaled Raptor made his leap, Badrap was plunging forward as well, grabbing the tyrannosaur's thick-thewed arm in both hands, his metal jaws snapping open, ready to snap shut in a heartbeat.

What Badrap hadn't counted on was Chedra Bodzak's reflexes being much, much faster than a heartbeat. In that brief instant between when Badrap's jaws reached their apex of opening, but before they'd clamped down, sinking into hot dino-meat, Chedra's pistol was up, and she snapped off two shots right into Badrap's open mouth. Instantly the orange-scaled Raptor leader tumbled back, gagging loudly, his mouth going numb - stun rays! She'd got him with stun rays! There was no way he could bite anything now!

Getting distracted by the loud cry of his leader as Badrap tumbled back, Haxx blinked, looking down instead of at T-Bone. It was only for an instant, but it was all the time the powerfully-built gold-scaled tyrannosaurus needed to reach up, grabbing Haxx by one wrist and one ankle. Using the Raptor's momentum, T-Bone swung the mahogany-scaled Raptor around, while Haxx cried out in shock at the sudden change in direction. A change that ended with him sailing over the outcropping of rock where the Raptors had set up their temporary base, and planting, face first, into the sand not far from where Jessica Alpo was standing.

"Retret!" Badrap wailed loudly, his words badly slurred by the numbing effect of Chedra's stungun. "Retret!"

Haxx didn't need to be told twice, and he was promptly scrambling to all-fours. He glanced up at the bikini-clad supermodel for a moment, however, and gave her a sweet, shy smile.

"Bye, pretty lady," he said, giving her a little wave, before he got his feet under him, and bounded off, following close on the heels of his leader.

Of the three Raptors, only one didn't run off immediately. That one, of course, was Spittor. Though physically weaker than the other two Raptors, his mind was far more keen, and he alone hadn't gotten distracted from their original purpose. In addition to being the smartest of the Raptors, Spittor was also the best marksman, which made his ability to shoot various acidic slimes and poisonous goos from his mouth a very obvious advantage. T-Bone and Chedra didn't stop at the edge of the rocky outcropping, and neither did the other Extreme Dinosaurs - instead they quickly started to clamber over. They were utterly intent on saving the lone hostage the Raptors had kept (a hostage Spittor noted Haxx hadn't bothered to even try and use as a shield like a proper villain should - he really was a disgrace to Raptorkind sometimes), and so didn't notice him for several vital seconds.

"Their mistake," hissed Spittor under his breath, even as he locked the raygun onto Chedra Bodzak, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Giving a short scream, Chedra screamed loudly, caught full in the blast from the raygun. Spittor grinned in triumph...until, quite suddenly, his field of vision was suddenly and very completely filled by a large blue fist.

"You hurt Chedra!" yelled Spike in a fury, causing Spittor to leave a deep groove in the sand as he was thrown back by the force of the triceratops' punch. Casting his eyes around, he saw the raygun lying on the sand. Scrabbling toward it, he almost got it back, before a thick, stumpy green foot settled gently on top of it, not damaging the weapon, but also not letting Spittor get it back.

"I don't think so," said Stegz, folding his arms, glaring down at Spittor angrily.

Looking around, Spittor realized that the Extreme Dinosaurs were rapidly closing in. He only had one chance, or else he'd end up like Haxx: stripped naked, tied up, and gang-banged for hours at least...and probably days. Haxx might have hesitated in such a situation, which would have led to his swift capture. Spittor, however, was a great deal more mentally agile. His mouth snapping open, the mulberry-scaled Raptor spewed out a sizzling stream of green acid onto the ground in front of the approaching Dinosaurs. When they hesitated, he spun around and took flight, spitting more acid at the sand in front of him, only to vault the numerous little acid moats he left behind. None of the Extreme Dinosaurs could beat a Raptor for leaping ability, and Spittor had seen Bullzeye land to get to Chedra the moment the Quadrainian girl had gone down, taking him out of the present picture. Moments later, the swift-footed Raptor had caught up with his two comrades, and those Cyber Raptors that had been able to join them after Badrap called the retreat.

"I got her, Badrap," reported Spittor with a note of pride in his voice.

"Good work...you idiot!" snapped Badrap, the feeling in his mouth already starting to return, at least enough to let him form complete words; it would probably be at least a day before he could bite anything harder than a milkshare, however. "What good is that Quadrainian slut to us if she's the Extreme Dinosaurs' slut?!"

Realizing the hard truth of his leader's words, Spittor winced. It looks like he wasn't going to be sitting down for a very long time. Upon seeing his comrade's expression, Haxx reached over and gave Spittor a reassuring pat on the back.

"It's not so bad, Spittor," said the dim-witted Raptor with a friendly smile. "After all, we've still got each other."

'That's what worries me,' Spittor thought ruefully to himself.

*

Fearing the worst, the Extreme Dinosaurs and Jessica Alpo had crowded around Chedra Bodzak, while Stegz reached for her neck, checking her pulse with surprisingly gentle fingers. Before he could do any further emergency tests on her health, however, Chedra's eyes suddenly opened and she sat up, blinking as she looked around.

"What's everyone staring at?" she asked confusedly. "I know I had a little spill there, but it's nothing too serious."

"You got shot, Chedra," said Spike, kneeling next to her, his expression the most worried of them all. "Spittor used some sort of raygun, and then you fell over, and we were all so worried..."

"Well, you can stop, because I'm fine now," said Chedra, starting to stand up on her own, before Spike offered her a hand, which she took, dusting herself off. "We'd better get out of here, though, before the news crews arrive - I don't think we're quite ready for interviews just yet."

"I don't care!" said Jessica, the blonde bombshell prancing lightly over to T-Bone's side, then kissing the big gold-scaled tyrannosaur on the cheek. "You saved me, and I'll never forget it!"

"Um, uh," T-Bone stammered, scratching the back of his head, a deep flush settling over his cheeks. "You're welcome, ma'am...erk!"

T-Bone's last exclamation came quite suddenly as Chedra grabbed his large hand, and started to jerk him behind her, pulling him away from the nearly-gushing supermodel. While it would surely have been out-of-character for the rules-bound Quadrainian, the Extreme Dinosaurs stared in more than a little surprise at this odd and very sudden behavior. Was the expression on Chedra's face...jealousy?

Not sure what else to do, the other Extreme Dinosaurs managed to give Jessica Alpo a wave, then hustled off after T-Bone, who seemed too stunned to do anything to resist the much smaller blue-skinned woman dragging him along. Before he joined his comrades, however, Stegz reached down and picked up the raygun Spittor had dropped. He noted that several of the lights on its side were still glowing softly, and frowned as he considered the strange device, then tucked it into his belt before hurrying to catch up.

"What a mess you guys keeping dragging me through!" Chedra huffed as she led the Dinosaurs toward the range rover they'd hidden in the underbrush at the edge of the beach. "I've only been on this beach a few minutes, and already I feel like I've got sand in places I didn't even know I had! I feel filthy!"

"It's all right, Chedra," Spike, coming up behind Chedra and T-Bone, said soothingly. "We did a good job today, and we even saved some people's lives. Think of what Badrap and the other Raptors might've done if we hadn't stopped 'em."

Turning to look back at the broke-horned triceratops, Chedra's expression, which had grown hard with sudden churning emotions, softened, and she reached out to touch Spike's cheek, smiling.

"I'm sorry, Spike," she said, seeming to calm down almost immediately. "I don't know what came over me. Of course you all did a great job today. But still," she glanced up at T-Bone with an arched eyebrow, "I want to get us all home pronto. Not only do we not want to show up on the nightly news if we can avoid it, I really was serious about needing a shower." Chedra's face screwed up in an expression of disgust. "I feel so filthy all of a sudden."

"Sure, Chedra," Spike agreed with a grin, looking at T-Bone to make sure his leader agreed. "C'mon, we could all use some lunch anyway. I'm hungry!"

At a general murmur of assent from the other Dinosaurs, T-Bone grinned down at Chedra.

"You guys are always hungry," she protested teasingly.

"What can I say?" he answered with a shrug. "We're growing dinosaurs."

*

Setting another huge pot of salsa on the table, around which T-Bone, Bullzeye, and Hard Rock had gathered with numerous jumbo-sized bags of chips, Spike glanced over to where Stegz was seated at another table, carefully inspecting the strange gun they'd taken from the beach where Spittor had dropped it.

"Hey, Stegz," the triceratops called over. "C'mon and have a bite - I made your favorite salsa verde." He walked over, and grinned down at the gun. "That thing'll still be there when you finish. Heh, it doesn't look like much now, does it? Kinda like some science fiction raygun or something."

"Perhaps a break wouldn't hurt," agreed the ever-studious stegosaur, letting Spike lead him away from his worktable and toward the dining table. "It's a strange little device though. It's not actually intended to be lethal, but that's all I could discover with my initial perusal. That, and that whatever it was intended to do, it's still functioning right now: it's power source is still operational." A thoughtful look crossed Stegz's face, then, as he picked up his first corn chip, and he looked at Spike. "Just in case, Spike, could you go and check on Chedra? She seemed all right when she went to her quarters, but I'm still a little worried about aftereffects. It's probably nothing, but, well," he shrugged.

"Better safe than sorry," noted Spike with a big, happy grin, obviously glad to be of service, and even more glad that it involved helping Chedra. "I getcha. Sure, I'll go take a look and make sure Chedra's all right. Just make sure to save some of the firehouse sauce for me."

Though slightly reluctant to leave a meal, especially as he heard the sounds of the other Dinosaurs chowing down, only barely holding themselves back from a full-fledged feeding frenzy (thanks in no small part to Chedra's extensive and exhaustive effort to teach them some degree of manners), Spike cared about Chedra more, so he pushed open the doors to the main meeting hall and headed off down the hall toward Chedra's room. Stopping for a moment at the door itself, Spike self-consciously glanced down at himself, then dusted off his tattered brown pants, before licking his hand and slicking it along his unbroken brow-horn. Satisfied that he was at his peak of appearance, and then screwing up his face in annoyance at himself - he'd never really worried about how he looked to Chedra before! - the big blue triceratops gave a disdainful snort, and knocked on Chedra's door.

"Chedra?" he called out after a few moments of waiting, frowning when he didn't hear any answer. "Chedra, I was just coming by to see if you were okay. I know you don't like being seen without your clothes on, so if you're naked right now, call out, 'cause I'm coming in."

Waiting a little longer to make sure Chedra had plenty of time to react, Spike smiled, taking the lack of a response as assent, and pushed the door open. Immediately, Spike was confronted with...well, not much, actually, and a whole lot less of Chedra Bodzak. Scratching his neck frill in confusion, Spike stepped completely into the room, letting the door shut behind him, as a way of reducing the amount of places where Chedra could hide. Not the brightest bulb in the box, Spike looked over the clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor and the bed, as though the wearer couldn't have gotten them off fast enough, and had to frown deeply, his brow crinkling as he put his mind through its paces. Slowly, gradually, a light came on in Spike's mind: these were Chedra's clothes! But...she wasn't wearing them. That wasn't so strange, Spike guessed; after all, she had to take them off at some point, just like he did with his pants and cloth belt. But they were just tossed all over the place. That was weird: Chedra was the freakiest neat freak Spike had ever met. For her not to fold her clothes when she wasn't wearing them, and put them somewhere all neat and organized, well, that started to set off some warning bells for Spike.

Reaching down as he noticed a piece of cloth he'd never seen before, Spike picked up something that looks like it was made almost entirely out of red lace. Huh, what a strange-looking bit of clothing. But if Chedra had been wearing it, then why didn't Spike see it before...?

The realization of what he was holding hit the triceratops quite suddenly, and his blue cheeks turned almost purple, he was so embarrassed, dropping the pair of thong panties right back where he'd found them. Oh my...but why in the world would Chedra wear something like that? Despite himself, Spike pictured the blue-skinned spacebabe in the clothes beneath her clothes, and the flush spread over his entire face, and a good part of his chest as well. His pants, thankfully, were quite loose, or he might have had to leave, for fear that Chedra might have caught him there, aroused, standing over her underwear like some pervert.

Turning away from his discovery, Spike's eyes came to a stop on the only other door in the room: the bathroom door. Finally focusing himself, Spike grinned as he heard running water behind that door. Oh! That's where Chedra was! It seemed obvious now, of course, as Spike remembered how she'd said she needed a shower. Goodness but Chedra had been acting strangely on the beach, though, all agitated and jumpy. She didn't even want to stick around to meet the pretty lady they'd saved, which Spike simply didn't understand. After all, if you were going to save somebody, it was really nice when they got a chance to thank you for it. Spike really liked it when people called him a hero and stuff like that: it made him feel happy. He figured that Chedra did the stuff she did for similar reasons: it made her feel good to be a force for law and order when everything around her was going crazy. Especially her friends, the Extreme Dinosaurs.

Remembering suddenly why he'd come into Chedra's room, Spike walked over to the bathroom door and gave it a gentle tap.

"Chedra?" he said, keeping his voice down, just loud enough to be heard through the wood. "Chedra? It's Spike. I was just stopping by to see how you were doing. Can you hear me, Chedra?"

Leaning in close, Spike heard the sound of running water. This wasn't a really big surprise, Spike supposed, since Chedra _had_said she was going to have a shower. What was surprising, however, and more than a little alarming were the moans Spike could hear just beyond the door. His expression serious, Spike leaned in closer, wishing he had better hearing, or at least that he didn't have a neck frill that kept getting in the way. At first the moans were relatively soft and indistinct. As Spike continued to listen, however, they began to steadily increase in volume.

'Chedra must be in pain!' Spike immediately thought, his eyes widening at the realization.

"Don't worry, Chedra!" he called out as soon as the thought struck him. "I'm coming!"

Not thinking to check and see if the door was unlocked, Spike bumped his shoulder up against the wood. Since it was just an interior door, it didn't stand a chance against his immense dino-strength, and instantly popped open at the lightest nudge, letting Spike step onto the tile, his eyes sweeping the room to see where Chedra could be.

Despite all the noise Spike had made coming into the bathroom, Chedra didn't seem to have noticed. The blue triceratops could immediately see Chedra's silhouette through the shower curtain covering the human-sized bathing area on the opposite wall. She was bent over, one hand pressed tightly against the wall, still making the loud moaning sounds as the outlines of her breasts swayed, her butt gyrating. For a moment, Spike was frozen, unsure of what to do - he was in Chedra's private space, after all, and normally he'd never have dared to intrude into the Quadrainian woman's privacy for any except the most dire of reasons. But her continued loud, desperate moaning drove him forward, his concern overriding the demands of protocol, and soon Spike grabbed the shower curtain, and yanked it aside.

"Chedra...?" Spike began, before his eyes widened, his jaw dropping, ending the question he'd been about to ask before it even finished forming in his brain.

Bent over in the shower, her light blue-skinned bottom thrust out at a lewd angle, Chedra was gripping the far wall of the shower for dear life with one hand. The other hand was feverishly pumping in and out of her gushing wet dark blue quim, the fingers arching downward. The Quadrainian's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and now that Spike was close enough, he could hear Chedra muttering something under her breath with each especially hard thrust of her fingers, between the loud moans these thrusts produced.

"Page 789, paragraph 8, subsection 2," she got out in a small, tense voice. "An officer will not waste her time on duty with frivolous activities. Page 992, paragraph 1, subsection 8, no officer will allow herself to be swayed from her duty by biological demands. Page 101, paragraph 17, sexual misconduct is strictly prohibited. Page 101, paragraph 17, subsection 1, _especially_with non-Quadrainians...Ngh...NYAAAH!"

Eyes snapping open, Chedra's entire body started to shudder, a trembling that started in her inner thighs, and swiftly worked its way down her legs, then up her buttocks, and all the way up to her dangling breasts, their dark blue nipples looking hard enough to cut glass. Spike hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to Chedra as he'd watched her masturbate, her strange and deliciously exotic scent tantalizing him, pulling him in before he even knew what he was doing, until Chedra wailed loudly, her tense, dark-blue anus and pussy clenching, her pussy suddenly squirting a gush of clear juices right onto Spike's muzzle.

Her body still going through a series of tremors, Chedra started to slip forward, started to collapse to the shower floor, but Spike was faster, one massive hand slipping beneath Chedra's stomach, the other beneath her chest, right below her dangling breasts, helping her to stay up even when he own body's strength was failing her. Feeling other hands on her, Chedra finally turned her head, seeming to see Spike for the first time...before her eyes dropped to the immense bulge in the front of his loose trousers.

"Oh," Chedra said with an eager smile, seeming to regain her strength almost immediately after being presented with a focus for her roving lust. "What's this? It looks like a present...but is it for me?"

"What are you doing, Ched...ra...?" Spike started to ask as Chedra wriggled free of his hands, then went eagerly to her knees before him on the soft rug in front of the shower. "Chedra, I'm not sure...I mean, I didn't...I mean, are you sure...? Oh wow."

Spike's voice trailed off as Chedra undid his belt, then peeled open his trousers with an awed look on her face, her expression enough to make Spike swell with pride, in more than one way. It was true, after all: only Hard Rock was bigger than Spike below the belt...though T-Bone did come awfully close. Chedra's light blue fingers caressed Spike's heavy blue penis up and down as she knelt in front of him, her touch gentle, delicate, as though she were handling an especially precious and delicate work of art.

"I've always wanted this, Spike," said Chedra, her voice husky with need as she licked her lips. "I've needed it since the first day I met you and the other Extreme Dinosaurs." She leaned in close, her eyes going slightly crossed as she focused her attention of the plump, seeping tip of Spike's penis, her breath brushing over the extra-sensitive glans before she slowly extended her tongue, running it in a slow circle around the plump blue cockhead, making Spike shudder all over. "This is going to be so good."

Wrapping her lips around the already heavily-seeping tip of Spike's fully-engorged organ, Chedra closed her eyes, just savoring the taste of Spike's seeping precum as she worked her tongue up and down the slit at the tip, then sealing her lips tight around the half of his glans she had in her mouth, suckling wetly, moaning happily until Spike gave a soft gasp of rising pleasure, warning Chedra that he was losing control of himself.

Opening her eyes, Chedra looked up into Spike's face as she began to bob her head, slowly at first, but soon building speed, her cheeks hollowing out as she suctioned tightly on the triceratops' sizable length of delicious dino-meat. Every so often, she'd pull back, teasing her tongue up and down the broad, thick slit at the tip, dipping just a little bit inside, or swirling it around the rim of his dark blue corona, before she'd soon go back to sucking that massive dino-meat for all she was worth. Even as turned-on as she was, however, Chedra could still only fit about half of Spike's penis into her mouth and down her throat before she simply couldn't handle any more. While Spike certainly didn't mind one bit, his thick, powerful fingers digging gouges in the wall tiles behind him, her inability to have all of Spike inside her made Chedra grow steadily more frustrated, until, finally, she pulled herself up with a wet pop and a desperate gasping for breath. She looked up at Spike, determination on her face, then started to tongue him some more, right at the very tip of his heavily-leaking cock, working the tip of her tongue just barely into the pulsing meatus. While Chedra's sexual experience was somewhat limited to her memories of the fun times she'd had before enlisting in the Quadrainian Quantum Police, she remembered enough to recall the traditional form of pleasuring among her people: oral eroticism was a fine art among the Quadrainians.

That was all it took for the inexperienced triceratops. With a loud bellow, the tiles of the bathroom wall crunching loudly as his fingers clenched, Spike popped his load, much faster than he or Chedra had wanted. Chedra's eyes widened at the sudden discharge, and though she tried to swallow it all, there was simply too much, and she suddenly ducked, letting an absolute gush of thick, sticky white dino-cum jet out over her head, hosing down the far wall. All the while, however, her hand kept pumping Spike's cock as he came, keeping him hard even as he began to get control of himself again.

"You...you okay, Chedra?" asked Spike, the brief respite as his orgasm subsided giving him a chance to think about something besides the wonderful waves of pleasure Chedra had been working through his entire body. "I don't wanna hurt you or anything."

"You won't hurt me," Chedra assured Spike as she stood before him, then reached up to grip his shoulders. "Not when I've been wanting this for so very long."

Mind dulled by overpowering lust, Spike couldn't quite work his thoughts through the haze of lingering pleasure from Chedra's fellatio in time to react, to perhaps warn Chedra against what she was intending until it was far too late. By then, Chedra had hoisted herself up Spike's body, pushing him back against the bathroom wall, her legs wrapping around his waist, her breasts squeezed tight against his chest, her supple, muscular bottom thrust downward toward Spike's upward-pointing erection. Holding onto Spike's shoulder with one hand, Chedra reached down with the other, wrapping her fingers around the fat blue glans of Spike's dick, holding it steady as she let herself sink down onto that huge, throbbing length, nice and slow, the movement drawing a desperate, long moan of the most exquisite pleasure as Chedra's smooth blue pussy was filled up right to her innermost depths. She didn't stop until she felt Spike's sac squeezing against her toned buttocks, and when she finally did reach that ultimate depth, Chedra's whole body shuddered, the effort making her blue skin break out all over in the sweat of pleasure and exertion.

"So full," Chedra moaned, barely able to form the words in the extremis of her pleasure.

"So tight," Spike managed to get out through clenched teeth, his powerful hands rising, gripping Chedra's bottom, squeezing it, massaging each firmly-rounded cheek, spreading them widely apart. "Chedra, I want this - it's been so long since I've done this, I can't even remember it anymore."

Of course, Spike's statement was true, since his last sexual experience had been when he'd just been another four-legged dinosaur back in Earth's Mesozoic era, and his mind had worked very differently back then from how it did now, his memories a hazy, indistinct collection of emotional recollections and body memorization rather than pictures of the past.

Hearing Spike's words, Chedra grinned up at him, then began to bounce herself against his rock-hard, muscular body, planting her feet on the wall on either side of his hips to push back, then pushing against his hands gripping her blue bottom to thrust herself all the way back down that thick, meaty dino-cock. Breathing hard, Chedra didn't hold herself back, her cheeks flushing a deep purple, her breasts starting to bounce as she went faster, then faster still, slick, wet squelching sounds filling the confines of the bathroom, its acoustics perfect for making sure both people inside could hear _everything_they were doing to each other.

Picking up the tempo, Chedra gave a cry of ecstasy, and started to hammer herself against Spike as her first orgasm ripped through her body, setting her into overdrive as she started slamming her hips against his with such force, there were sure to be bruises later on.

"Chedra!" Spike called out warningly, too turned-on to hold himself back, his fingers sinking into her firm flesh as he squeezed her bottom tightly, his balls already starting to raise in final preparation for his orgasm.

"Yes!" screamed Chedra at the top of her lungs. "Yes! Yes! Ye-ah...ah! AAAAAAHHH!"

Slamming herself all the way down on Spike's cock, Chedra held herself tight against him, grinding her hips against his as thick, copious cum leaked down her bottom and inner thighs. There was just too much of it to all stay inside! Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Chedra rode the feeling of potent dinocum splashing against her cervix, making all her inside parts flutter in powerful contractions, sucking up as much as possible, ensuring a great quantity of his virile sperm were given a good head start on their way.

Dismounting, Chedra smiled at Spike, then giggled as she watched him slide down the wall to sit on the floor, a dazed, happy grin on his face.

"Really good, huh?" she asked, hands-on-hips. Spike could only nod in reply. "It was good for me, too. But I'm not done, not by a long shot. I need more."

Grabbing Spike's unbroken horn near the base, Chedra tugged until Spike got back onto his feet, then shifted her hold to his hand instead, leading him along behind her. She didn't even bother putting on her clothes as she passed through the bedroom, but Chedra did snatch up her gun in its holster in her free hand, letting it dangle behind her as she walked. Still drifting in his afterglow, Spike didn't really notice this detail: he was too busy staring at the way Chedra's toned blue bottom flexed and hips swayed when she walked, mesmerized by the movement and the brief flashes of her purple-flushed pussy lips this movement afforded him into total, obedient docility.

Stepping into the main meeting room, Chedra grinned as she saw the Extreme Dinosaurs gathered around the dining table, a huge bowl of salsa well on its way to being demolished as they scarfed it down. Putting hands on hips, releasing Spike's hand as she did so, Chedra faced the Dinosaurs with a confident, powerful demeanor.

"Hey," she called out. "You boys still hungry?"

"Sure, Che...dra?" Bullzeye started to respond, turning to look over to where the Quadrainian woman was standing, his voice trailing off almost immediately. The dark russet pterodacylt just gaped in awe for several long moments before the other Dinosaurs finally took notice, and followed his gaze, one by one, until they were all staring, awestruck, at the gorgeous, blue-skinned beauty standing in all her naked glory in the doorway, Spike standing behind her, his eyes still fixed on her perfect, sculpted buns.

"Chedra, what are you doing?" asked T-Bone, the orange-scaled tyrannosaurus rex rising from his seat and starting to walk toward their smooth-skinned friend. "Are you feeling all right? Maybe we can help you...ooh."

T-Bone's mouth formed a tight "o" as Chedra stepped forward, her gun lifting and pressing right into the middle of his broad, powerfully-muscled chest.

"I'm not feeling all right, T-Bone," said Chedra with a sultry smile, gently pushing the Dinosaur leader back toward the table, all the Extreme Dinosaurs watching her with a strange mixture of wariness and arousal. "I need your tongue in me right now, but for some reason you haven't gotten started going down on my pussy yet."

"Chedra!" exclaimed Stegz, shocked at her language.

"I guess it's because you boys haven't gotten any for so long," Chedra continued, her voice surprisingly calm, though it was obvious there was an underlying tension to each word, her body already starting to tremble slightly with her swiftly-building need - every one of the Extreme Dinosaurs could smell it now, the tantalizing scent of a female in heat. "I can forgive that. So here," she turned, and seated herself on the table, still keeping the gun trained on T-Bone, "I'll make this easy for you."

Her aim never wavering for a moment, Chedra used her other hand to casually pick a chip out of a nearby bag, then dipped it into one of the salsa bowls. With every one of the males in the room watching, Chedra arched her back as she lifted the chip, letting a copious dollop of the salsa drip down onto her upturned blue breasts. Leaning back, Chedra repeated the action, spreading the dipping sauce thoroughly over her breasts, then down her trim tummy, making sure to get a nice big helping into her navel. Scooting up the table, Chedra spread her legs as she dribbled lines of salsa down her thighs, and then placed an especially large portion down onto her swollen pussy lips.

"Mmm," she said with a shudder, feeling the red and green and black salsas start to tingle her delicate nipples and inner folds. "Better hurry and clean me off before I get heartburn." She nodded meaningfully at T-Bone, her pistol never wavering in her hand.

Wavering between nervousness - that pistol probably wouldn't do any serious damage to the Extreme Dinosaur leader, but it would hurt if he got shot by it - and steadily rising arousal as Chedra's sweet, heated Quadrainian scent swiftly filled the room, T-Bone started forward, breathing hard, his eyes starting to grow heavy-lidded as he let himself sink into a mating trance. Putting a large hand on Chedra's shoulder, T-Bone leaned in, kissing her like he'd seen the movie stars do so often on television. The action was at once harder and easier than it had looked, T-Bone's thick, powerful muzzle hindering his efforts somewhat, but his long, powerful tongue making up for his deficiencies in several other very pleasant ways as it wrestled with Chedra's much-smaller tongue. Rather than just breaking the kiss, T-Bone started to nibble his way down Chedra's jaw, then her neck, and then started to follow the trail of salsa down her smooth, flat belly toward her nicely spiced mound. Licking his chops hungrily as he eyed Chedra's freshly-nailed cunny, still flushed from her recent round with Spike, T-Bone looked up into Chedra's eyes for a long, lingering moment...and then _lunged_forward, his maw parting wide.

"AIIIIEEEE!" wailed Chedra, her gun-hand finally wavering as T-Bone began to gnaw on her juicy blue quim, demonstrating amazing control as not once did she feel even a hint of his teeth. Her legs kicked, her back arching as the tyrannosaur's tongue plunged _deep_into her, rasping roughly against the top of her inner folds, setting off a chain reaction in her body as she started to cum once more, her juices squirting copiously out onto T-Bone's tongue and trickling down his throat. Then, with an especially hard jerk of her body as a jolt of raw pleasure hit her brain with all the force of a sledgehammer, Chedra's fingers clenched on the trigger...and nothing happened. Turns out, she hadn't even loaded the weapon.

"Mmm," growled T-Bone as he glanced up from his sweet and spicy feast of salsa-coated cunny. "Hot and tangy!"

Stegz, Bullzeye, and Hard Rock traded looks, then glanced down at the immense bulges in the fronts of all their pants. They then looked to Spike: after all, he was the one who had a serious crush on Chedra, and they didn't want to horn in on his female.

"Let's go, guys," said the blue-scaled triceratops with a wide grin, shared by all the Extreme Dinosaurs. "Time to dig in."

Chedra looked around, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, her eyes heavy-lidded as she saw the powerful, muscular males closing in all around her.

"Oh yeah," she got out in a breathy whisper, before Stegz cut her off with a kiss. His beaklike mouth felt strange against her lips, but his tongue was long, slender, and very agile, well-adapted to working its way into the hard-to-reach spots of bark and cracking nuts like a parrot's tongue. His hands, while smaller and more dexterous than those of most of the other Extreme Dinosaurs, were still very powerful, and he soon seized Chedra's breasts, obviously fascinated by the plump blue globes, squeezing them firmly between his fingers, letting bits of blue flesh stick out through the gaps in his grip, before he moved his fingers instead to Chedra's nipples, pinching them, then tugging and twisting on them until Chedra was very nearly screaming into his kiss.

As Stegz pulled back, then bent to start flicking that tongue over Chedra's nipples, lapping the salsa off one breast, Spike took his turn, turning his head to the side, the kiss this time more confident, more skilled after their first encounter. Releasing Chedra's mouth to take her other breast in his hands, then gnawing on it greedily, slurping on her perked blue nipple until she was ready to scream again, Spike made way for Bullzeye, his long but surprisingly agile muzzle displaying a wonderfully whiplike tongue within that stroked against Chedra's with astonishing natural talent. As soon as Bullzeye broke his kiss with Chedra, he went to work running that amazingly long tongue of his up and down the backs of her legs, crouching next to where T-Bone was roughly thrusting his head forward and back, plowing out her pussy while Bullzeye made sure to pay plenty of attention to Chedra's inner thighs and the extra-sensitive spots on the backs of her knees. That was Hard Rock's cue, and the hulking ankylosaur began to maul Chedra's mouth with his own, his more blunt muzzle proving to be almost perfect for kissing a humanlike mouth like Chedra's. Her whole body being licked and suckled upon, Chedra closed her eyes, just letting herself get lost in the wonderful sense of overstimulation, her whole body going into overdrive, feeling as though her skin were burning up with a searing flame of pure pleasure.

Once all the salsa was licked up, and Chedra's body was squeaky clean, T-Bone stood up, licking Chedra's copious juices from his lips. Those juices glowed slightly, so it was quite easy to see where they'd dribbled down T-Bone's chin, and where they were still wetting Spike's once-again rigid penis. The other Extreme Dinosaurs looked at their leader, waiting for his cue to what they should do next. In answer to the silent question, T-Bone gave a slight nod of affirmation, then unbuttoned the top of his pants and shoved them down his legs, kicking them off to one side. The other Dinosaurs, all of them already bare-chested, quickly followed suit, and in moments Chedra was surrounded by incredibly buff, naked males. She noted that the Extreme Dinosaurs were fairly humanlike below the belt, their cocks much like Spike's: free-hanging, a uniform color, with a swollen mushroom-like head, with a set of very large dangling balls, just filled to the brim with overpotent sperm.

Suddenly, Chedra _gasped_as she felt something chilly dribble onto her breasts. She looked up to see that Stegz was holding a bottle of some clear liquid in his hands, probably taken from his workbench, and had dripped some of it onto her naked skin.

"It's a water-based lubricant I've been working on," he explained in his normal deep, clinical voice, which Chedra found so odd considering the passion of the moment. "I'd intended it for use on machines, but it's supposed to be perfectly safe for skin contact, or even if it's swallowed."

"Does it come in different flavors?" Bullzeye asked eagerly, to which Stegz blinked.

"I hadn't considered that," he said, his eyebrows raising. "Obviously I will have to make that improvement in the future. Right now it should taste like water."

"Whatever," Chedra said with a pout. "It's kind of chilly to go dripping on my body."

"My apologies, Chedra," said Stegz, before pouring out more of the stuff onto one hand, then passing the bottle to Hard Rock, each Dinosaur in turn taking the bottle and pouring out a generous helping onto their hands before passing it to the next. "Is this better?"

The green-scaled stegosaur only asked the question after he'd engulfed Chedra's breasts with his skilled hands, kneading them beneath his fingers. Hissing as she sucked in breath, Chedra let herself just go as limp as possible as more hands joined Stegz's, caressing up and down her back; gripping her buttocks, then parting them and teasing a generous helping of the slick stuff into her tense anal ring; working into her cunny until it was even more slick and smooth than before; covering every patch of naked blue skin on her body, until she glistened all over with the warmed clear oil.

"Yeah," she gasped out softly, breathlessly, letting herself be lowered onto her back on the table. "Yeah, that's really good."

"Time for the main course," growled T-Bone as he gripped Chedra's thighs, then hauled them apart, his cock jutting before him as he pressed it up against Chedra's yielding lower lips, then gripped the base, deliberately taking his time as he rubbed his throbbing, swollen glans through her folds, making Chedra's body tense and jerk with each touch, as though she were being touched by a live wire.

"Stop teasing me!" she wailed in desperation. "Put it in me! Please!"

"Since you asked so nicely," chuckled T-Bone, before he hoisted Chedra's legs up, splaying her legs nice and wide, her knees pressed back almost to the tabletop as he started to push himself down and in. Grunting like the prehistoric breeding machine that he was with the exertion of squeezing his meaty shaft into Chedra, T-Bone let his great weight and greater strength work for him, Chedra's high-pitched cries of mounting pleasure building as she raked her fingernails down T-Bone's chest, her toes curling, feet kicking, back arching. Then, suddenly, T-Bone's balls pressed against Chedra's outthrust buttocks: he was all the way inside!

"Oh yeah," growled the big male, that growling turning to a bestial sound as he started to move his hips, pulling slowly back, then sinking slowly back in, his toned, masculine rump flexing with each movement, his tail hiking upward on each hard downthrust, bottoming out inside the seemingly-bottomless vagina of the Quadrainian female squirming beneath him. "Take it all!"

Moving faster now, starting to truly rut Chedra, making her squeal loudly as she shuddered and writhed, gasping for a breath that she just couldn't catch beneath him, T-Bone let his primal instincts start to awaken for the first time in far too many years. With this awakening also awakened the certain knowledge that the female beneath him was strong and healthy and in the peak of her breeding cycle: she would bear him many fine offspring.

"T-Bone," whined Bullzeye nearby, momentarily breaking into T-Bone's breeding frenzy. "When do we get a turn?"

Rather than answering with words, T-Bone climbed fully onto the table over Chedra, then thrust_himself deep inside of her, giving a throaty _grunt as he bottomed out very close to her cervix. Once he was all the way inside, he reached around, gripping Chedra's toned blue buttocks, then rolled himself over, taking her with him, so that he was now on the bottom, while she was on top, bent over his muscular body. Reaching down, T-Bone grabbed Chedra's buns in his massive hands, and spread them wide apart.

"Help yourself," he offered with a toothy grin.

Chedra was only barely aware of what was happening around her at this point. She was so utterly, thoroughly drunk on endorphins and the pure pleasure of a primal mating that she could only seem to hear what T-Bone was saying as though it were from down a very long hallway. Then Bullseye, eager as always, leapt up onto the table, his wings spread wide to keep from overturning anything or upsetting the place of his fellow Dinosaurs. Chedra only got a few moments to realize what was going on before she felt the slightly more slender, streamlined red-brown cockhead of the pterosaur prod her tense, slick backdoor, and then 'pop' inside. Surprisingly, thanks in no small part to the lubricant that had been applied, Chedra felt no pain...but she did feel full. Absolutely stuffed!

"Oh yeah!" crowed Bullzeye in triumph, before he started to bend his legs, thrusting himself almost straight down into Chedra's bottom at a swift-but-steady pace. "Your butt is so tight, Chedra!"

A more gentle hand tilted Chedra's chin up, and she came face-to-glans with the barrel of Stegz's cock. For a moment she just admired the plump, lime green head of that deliciously meaty shaft - quite impressive for a nerd, actually - before Stegz gently pressed the seeping tip up against Chedra's lips. Tasting precum, Chedra went totally on automatic, her mouth opening with perfect willingness, looking up into the stegosaur's serious face as the lines of pleasured tension started to form around his brow and jaw as she started to tongue his glans, much as she'd done earlier in the bathroom with Spike, caressing the corona of his plump glans with firm swirls of her tongue. Stegz, however, had far more self-control than Spike, and even when Chedra worked her tonguetip into his meatus, he shuddered all over, and she tasted thick jets of precum hitting her tongue, but he didn't blow his wad.

Feeling Stegz deserved a reward for resisting cumming, Chedra opened her mouth wider, then began to gulp down as much of the stegosaur's significant shaft as she could. After letting her feel his cock tickle the back of her throat, giving her a good idea of what she should expect, Stegz started to move his hips, taking it slow at first, but swiftly speeding up as Chedra seemed more than eager to take him right to the roots, deep-throating him right up to the balls, his sac squeezing firmly against her chin.

Not to be left out, Hard Rock and Spike stepped in on either side, rigid erections thrust invitingly outward. Chedra took them up on the unspoken invitation, her hands immediately lifting to wrap around each immense shaft. Both were actually longer and thicker than T-Bone, which wasn't an easy feat by any means, and Hard Rock's cock was lined with numerous throbbing, highly-visible veins feeding it plenty of thick, rich heartblood, as well as several odd, bony-looking blunt studs on each side. Exploring the texture of Stegz's surprisingly smooth shaft in her mouth, making him moan loudly in the process, Chedra started pumping the cocks of the two heavyweights with all the gusto she was being shown by Bullzeye, the pterosaur's energy fueling the entire sextrain, with Chedra rocking back and forth right in the middle. Her hands squeezed tight with each especially powerful surge of pleasure - and there were so very, very many of those - and she let herself get lost in the moment, savoring the feeling of each brutal, powerful, wonderful penis thrusting against her slick, naked blue body.

His hips slapping Chedra's buns, making them bounce with each impact, causing a ripple to run through her whole body, causing her breasts to jiggle, it was no wonder that it was Bullzeye who hit his peak first.

"Ah, Chedra!" called out the smallest of the Extreme Dinosaurs, his pace picking up even faster, his wings flapping hard and fast to add additional speed and force as he gripped her smooth blue buttocks tightly between his talons. "I'm cumming!"

The slapping of scaly hips against Chedra's bottom filled the room for a moment, and was soon followed by a loud, triumphant SQUAWK of pleasure as Bullzeye's balls boiled over, and Chedra felt a gush of thick, warm wetness fill up her well-stretched backdoor.

Pulling out, breathing hard, Bullzeye let his copiously-dripping member leak heavily on Chedra's buns, giving them a nice frosting glaze before he hopped off the table to take a brief rest. As soon as she was free of Bullzeye's driving force, Chedra started to move faster of her own accord, arching her back as she rolled her hips against T-Bone's taking him and Stegz right to the roots. She looked up at Stegz with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and that seemed to be the last straw for the brainy green Dinosaur, who hunched forward, a grunt dragged from deep in his throat, his tight-muscled chest and belly tensing up even more, his lips pulling back to bare his clenched teeth as he hit his edge hard...and then jerked right over with a harsh gasp of pleasure.

Tasting thick dino-cum in her mouth, Chedra closed her eyes, her cheeks swelling out with the sheer volume of it all, even as she pressed her face forward, eagerly swallowing, gulping it all down, not wanting to waste a single precious drop. Finally, she couldn't coax any more cum out of the tip of Stegz' staff with her tongue, and let him flop freely from her mouth.

As Stegz also drew back, taking a little time for his balls to refill, Chedra leaned up, straddling T-Bone now, bouncing herself hard and fast on top of him, his hefty orange cock stretching her cunny open nice and wide, her buoyant blue breasts bouncing vigorously as she simultaneously pumped Hard Rock and Spike with all the energy and speed she could muster.

"Ch-chedra!" called out Spike, his sixpacked belly tensing up. "Chedra, I can't hold it in anymore!"

Hard Rock grunted in agreement, and Chedra could see the warning shots spurting from their cocktips, could feel it splashing on her naked shoulders, painting the blue into white. It felt almost as though it burned, but in all the best ways, setting Chedra's whole body on fire with a heat that felt almost unquenchable. She needed this! Looking down into T-Bone's face, the big tyrannosaur gripping her hips, his clawed hands stroking up and down her smooth, slick body from just above her buttocks to just below her breasts, Chedra felt herself breathing hard, and knew she was getting close to something...something big, something overpowering. She was tapping into the primal instincts of her own species, instincts she'd thought were long dead in Quadrainians, but now that she knew they were there, she not only accepted them, she welcomed them.

Just like she welcomed the thought of having the children of the Extreme Dinosaurs.

"Cum in me, T-Bone!" she cried out loudly, her hands jerking spasmodically as she felt the start of her orgasm begin to wash over her. "Give me your babies!"

Grinning widely, T-Bone started to work his hips in time with Chedra's rapid bounce, their bodies slapping together loudly, lewdly, filling the room with the erotic sounds of their coupling, their grunts and moans of pleasure almost matched by those from Hard Rock and Spike as Chedra worked her hands over their cocks so fast, her fingers were almost a blur.

Knowing what Chedra wanted, and not wanting to hold himself back any more, T-Bone suddenly released his grip on her body, and slid his now lubricant-slick claws over the toned, tense bottoms of his muscular teammates. Spike and Hard Rock both opened their eyes wide as they felt their leader's fingers teasing against the sensitive spot right behind their weighty scrotums, and then squeezed tightly shut as he found their tailholes, and slipped easily inside. The moment he found their prostates, it was all over.

Bellowing loudly, T-Bone, Spike, and Hard Rock let themselves go over that perilous edge, cumming in quantities commensurate to their huge sizes. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, Chedra tilted the blue and slate grey cocks of the Dinosaurs to either side of her over her body, getting a good taste of their jizz as she let them spray straight into her mouth, their gushing so copious, it quickly started to run down her chin and coat her blue breasts with dino-cream. The equally prodigious gushing of the tyrranosaur leader into her cunny was enough to send Chedra into her own throes of orgasm once more, the copious cumming leaking down her inner thighs and staining T-Bone's belly with his own juices and Chedra's in equal measure. Despite all the runoff, however, the vast majority of T-Bone's cum remained inside Chedra, his virile sperm swiftly beating their way up into her receptive body, eager to do their primal duty.

When T-Bone's fat orange cock softened enough to pop free of Chedra's cunny, and flop onto his stomach, Chedra was far from finished with the Extreme Dinosaurs. Thanks to the raygun with which she'd been struck, she was charged with the most demanding, primitive instincts of Quadrainian kind, instincts that her people hadn't been forced to obey for millions of years. It wasn't just her instincts that had been awakened, however: it turned out that Spittor had done his job even better than he'd thought. Not only had the raygun stimulated the parts of Chedra's brain that were directly connected to the long-dormant mating instincts of her species, it had also sent the parts of her brain that were directly connected to the mating apparatus of her body into overdrive. Chedra was very literally in heat, both her ovaries dropping numerous eggs, her brain and body chemistry reacting to the presence of so many healthy, virile males with godlike bodies around her in the most natural way: by preparing to accommodate all of their offspring, all at once!

While T-Bone, Spike, and Hard Rock were still panting, catching their breaths after their recent orgasms, Chedra crawled off of the Dinosaurs' leader as he lay back on the table, then stepped onto the floor, looking around. Bullzeye was closer, sitting on the couch, which he'd turned around to better watch the action, his wings draped over the back of the cushions, one hand working his raging red erection. Stegz was slightly farther away, torn between turning back to his workbench and watching Chedra with the needy eyes of any healthy science nerd who has been too-long denied the pleasures of the flesh due to the need for his skills. Oh, that wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all.

Stepping forward, Chedra easily caught hold of Stegz's tail, tugging him back (though only slightly - determined and lust-driven Chedra might be, but muscular enough to move a full-grown muscle-male like Stegz, not really), getting his complete attention as she walked away, deliberately adding a lot of extra sway to her hips as she approached the couch. Bullzeye watched Chedra approach, his pointed, beaklike muzzle dropped open, his eyes glued to her breasts as they bobbed, their darker blue nipples swaying from side to side.

"Why don't you get acquainted with them?" asked Chedra teasingly, taking the pteranodon's hands, lifting them from pleasuring himself, and resting them on her breasts. The young Dinosaur gave her a grateful look, then eagerly began to squeeze and palpate and roll the full, rounded orbs of soft, yielding flesh in his hands, demonstrating a very impressive grip.

Looking over her shoulder, Chedra stepped over Bullzeye's lap, his erect penis stroking along her belly and the dimple at the base of her pubis. She tossed her head toward Stegz in open invitation, putting her hands on Bullzeye's shoulders.

"There's room for two," she explained, reaching down to stroke her fingers through the moist, heavily-leaking lips of her cunny, making it clear exactly where she wanted her next load of potent stegosaur cum.

Needing no further urging, Stegz stepped forward and knelt behind Chedra, watching with eager eyes as the blue-skinned babe rubbed her gushing lower lips against Bullzeye's rigid shaft until it was as soaked with her juices as with his. Just when the overwrought pteranodon was starting to whimper in desperation, Chedra paused right at the tip of his cock, then lightly eased the slim, streamlined head inside, just past the clenching slit of her inner lips. Stegz moved at that same moment, his bulbous, rounded cockhead squeezing in alongside Bullzeye's conical, pointed glans. Crying out with pleasure as she felt both males make first penetration, Chedra turned Bullzeye, and with him Stegz, onto his side, so that they could both kneel on the couch, Chedra sandwiched between them. Once they were all in position, Chedra thrust herself down with all her might, while Bullzeye and Stegz arched their hips upward at the same time, the two males' heavy sacs pressing together, while their hips met Chedra's inner thighs and bottom, respectively, with a meaty slap, making her breasts bounce vigorously.

Grabbing hold of Chedra's breasts, mauling them with his strong talons, Bullzeye lashed out his long, prehensile tongue, circling it around each breast in turn, then teasing its tip over her nipples. At the same time, the younger, energetic red-brown male started a vigorous pumping of his hips, his long, spade-tipped tail jerking beneath his trim, tight buns as his balls swung back and forth. Stegz answered the enthusiasm of his fellow Dinosaur and Chedra with all his pent-up lust, his powerful spiked tail slapping the cushions and arm of the couch, driving his muscular, rounded rump forward and back at a brutal pace, his and Bullzeye's balls kissing again and again in the middle, both scale-textured sacs soon growing soaking wet with the copious juices dripping down from Chedra's wide-stretched cunny. At the same time, Chedra was kissing them on their chests and necks and the undersides of their jaws, wherever she could reach, moaning and gasping loudly, making all sorts of heady, erotic sounds in her impassioned voice.

Speeding up, the two Dinosaurs started to grunt and growl as they felt themselves building up to another climax, each more sensitive after their first orgasms, more ready to pop, especially now that Chedra was even tighter around them both as they claimed her cunny at the same time. With those juicy blue cunny lips clamping down hard, Chedra's cries of ecstasy in their ears, the pteranodon and stegosaur cried out as well, Bullzeye's higher-pitched moan a counterpoint to Stegz's deep, basso yell, their cum splashing together in her cunny, eager, energetic sperm enthusiastically speeding on its way.

Their bodies pressed tight together, Stegz and Bullzeye squeezed Chedra between them, grinding their hips for many long minutes, working out every last drop of their cum. Finally, though, they slowly slid back, softening despite all their efforts to prolong the moment. But they weren't the only Dinosaurs ready for action, and Chedra felt strong hands grip her, lift her, then set her onto her knees on the carpet near the couch. Those same strong hands easily lowered Chedra to all-fours, her rounded blue bottom thrusting up in open invitation, even before she looked over her shoulder to see who it was that had seized her with such power mixed with such gentleness: it was Hard Rock.

Wiggling her butt eagerly back at the mighty ankylosaur, Chedra shuddered in anticipation as his mighty hands closed on her bottom, his thick fingers squeezing tightly into her yielding blue flesh. Looking back between her legs, Chedra admired the muscular Dinosaur's penis. What was most interesting (and arousing) about Hard Rock's heavy tan-grey cock, was the glans: it was thick and bulbous, just like the heavy striking ball at the tip of his tail, full and plump and already soaking wet with precum.

Chedra's musings on the member behind her, however, ended abruptly as Hard Rock thrust every inch of himself into her, until his hips slapped loudly against her upturned buns, making her breasts bounce forward with the impact. That mighty first thrust made Chedra cry out, her hands bunching the carpet up as they turned to fists. Hard Rock didn't stop there, however: he was only just getting started! Rather than pausing to savor the moment, to enjoy Chedra's exquisite tightness, Hard Rock leaned over her, his hips working at a steady piston, pumping Chedra's pussy like some relentless steam-powered sexbeast!

Going wild at this pummeling, Chedra moaned and wailed and even screamed as Hard Rock's cock plowed downward, stimulating her G-spot almost directly, an especially rough slap of his hips against her bottom making her suddenly gush clear fluid out onto the ankylosaur's thighs and groin. He pair Chedra no heed, however, focusing entirely on the primal, animalistic need to breed this willing female.

The only point of sanity for Chedra at this moment was Spike. Kneeling in front of her, the big blue triceratops stroked his hands down Chedra's back, his touch loving and tender. Her cheeks flushed, sweat bathing her body as thoroughly as the lubricant she'd been coated with, Chedra managed to look up at Spike through her lust-shrouded haze. Spike cared about her. She realized this with a shocking clarity that broke through even the deepest fog of animalistic heatneed. Whatever might happen, whatever she might do, Spike cared about her. Maybe he even loved her...or would grow to love her, if only she'd let him.

Feeling Hard Rock speeding up behind her, feeling jets of thick dino-precum splashing against her cervix, making her inner walls quiver and clench in readiness for receiving another load of virile sperm straight into her womb, Chedra lifted her head, her eyes meeting Spike's. Sharing that moment for a small eternity, Chedra suddenly gasped loudly as Hard Rock roared behind her, his cum splashing inside her belly, filling her up with what had to be gallons of gooey dino-cum. As soon as her mouth opened, however, Chedra silenced any other sounds she might have made by leaning up, kissing Spike full on the lips. For just a moment he hesitated, confused that she would be giving herself to him so fully, feeling the depth of emotion she was sharing with him through that precious kiss. Then, his own eyes closing, he kissed her back, turning his head to the side to make it easier.

The many carnal acts of the Extreme Dinosaurs with Chedra Bodzak continued for many, many long hours, into the night and even a little into the morning hours, before all of the participants in the orgy finally exhausted themselves. It wasn't until well past dinnertime, in fact, that anyone in the old museum that the Dinosaurs used as a base of operations stirred.

The person to stir first was Chedra Bodzak. Her memories were more than a little hazy from the night before, truth be told. In the haze of an animal heat, it was hard to pull up a good recollection of everything she'd done. She did remember, though, that it had felt good..._very_good. Looking around at the gorgeous, godlike bodies of the naked males lying on the floor around her, and especially Spike, on whose chest she was resting, cuddled up just under his chin, Chedra couldn't hold back a smile, followed by a shudder as she felt her inner parts quiver in remembered ecstasy.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end eventually, and that included this moment. Chedra finally looked down at herself, intending to take stock of her situation, and then move on from there. She'd expected the now-dried splatters of cum all over her body, and naturally anticipated the extremely stretched state of both her vagina and anus, both of which would require extensive tension exercises to get back into proper shape - difficult and time-consuming, certainly, but not impossible by any means.

What Chedra hadn't expected was the full, rounded blue dome of her extremely pregnant belly.

Instantly, all the Extreme Dinosaurs came fully awake the moment they heard Chedra's scream. Spike's arms wrapped protectively around the shocked Quadrainian, and it was only that tender touch that kept her from completely panicking, and snuggling into Spike's embrace soon helped Chedra to take deep breaths, calming herself down...even if she couldn't get as close to Spike as she might like, with what looked like a human female's nine-months pregnant stomach between them.

"What...how did...what's going on?" Chedra finally got out as the other Extreme Dinosaurs gathered around her, their hands stroking her smooth, naked skin, further comforting her, especially as those hands began to caress her swollen belly. Actually, their touch felt...arousing.

"What do you remember, Chedra?" asked Stegz, the most level-headed of the group, his eyes going from Chedra to the raygun they'd taken from the Raptors the day before. The raygun, he immediately noted, seemed to have burned out, a thin trail of smoke rising from its seared circuits. "Let's start there, then we can fill you in on the rest."

A bit of recap later, and soon Chedra was sitting on Spike's thigh on the couch, Bullzeye next to them both in his usual spot, T-Bone resting his hands on Chedra's shoulders, relaxing her with a massage while Stegz tinkered with the raygun, and Hard Rock, as always one of the most practical of the team, busily lay down several thick, clean sheets and made preparations for what they all knew was likely to come in the very near future: Chedra had broken water just a short while ago, her pregnancy accelerated to phenomenal speeds.

"That should get this thing working well enough for now," Stegz said after a while. "It looks as though the Raptors were using an emotion controlling device. At least, I think that's what they meant to make. What they ended up making instead was a hormone-enhancement ray. It tapped into the most primal instincts of ancient Quadrainians, and awakened you, Chedra, to a more primitive state."

"In other words, it made me into an animal in heat," Chedra summarized with a smirk, before wincing as she felt another tremor inside, motioning for Spike and T-Bone to carry her over to the birthing area Hard Rock had set up. "What about the accelerated pregnancy?"

"More than just tapping into your hormones," Stegz continued, "it looks as though this ray actually bound your body directly to your desires. In your heightened state of passion and sexual need, you, well, made your body adjust to match what you wanted. Since you were 'in heat,' as you put it, you wanted babies, and you wanted them right now."

"Terrific," chuckled Chedra, before wincing. "Ngh, this is getting pretty powerful."

"You're about to undergo the miracle of birth," the green-scaled stegosaur explained, stepping forward, the raygun in his hands. "But don't worry: I've fixed the raygun, and I believe it can actually help us here. We don't have many painkillers around, and I don't think I'd feel comfortable using them anyway with a baby on the way. With the modifications I've made to the raygun, though, I believe I can at least settle the problem of pain in another way." Chedra and the other Dinosaurs looked at Stegz curiously, waiting for him to finish his explanation. The stegosaur blushed as he did so, stammering a little bit - even after what he'd helped do just a few short hours ago, he was still the most sexually bashful of the team. "It should *ahem* cover up your pain with, er," he looked down, shamefaced, "pleasure."

"You mean when every other mother screams because of pain, I'm going to be screaming because I'm cumming?" Chedra asked bluntly, not feeling like beating around the bush in her present state, the contractions starting to come harder now, faster, then smirking at Stegz's expression - he wasn't the one giving birth in front of a lot of guys, and yet he obviously felt more antsy about it than Chedra did! "I guess there are worse ways to deal with the problem. Okay, Stegz: hit me up."

Chedra's voice suddenly broke off with a pained gasp as she felt her inner self start to convulse. A moment later, however, Stegz pulled the trigger, and the pain that had just been starting as Chedra felt herself starting to open up was instantly engulfed with an equal measure of pleasure.

"It's starting," she got out through clenched teeth, grabbing hold of Spike's and T-Bone's proffered hands. "By the great books of law, it's...it's...ah! AAAAHHH!"

Her legs splayed wide, Chedra's whole body jerked upward with the force of her climax. Hard Rock's strong hands reached out, gently holding her down, while Bullzeye mopped up the beads of sweat on her forehead with a cool, slightly damp cloth. Stegz, meanwhile, busied himself around Chedra's lower regions, holding a copy of a horse breeder's manual open to the place that talked about mares giving birth. Naturally, he neglected to tell Chedra this, or that the rest of his information on giving birth came from television.

"That's it, Chedra," he said instead, his deep voice as calm as ever. "Just push as hard as you can...whoa." Stegz's eyes widened, and he somehow managed to keep his last exclamation to a softer tone, as Chedra's whole body jerked and spasmed, her repeated orgasms serving to help her push as the contractions began to overwhelm her, keeping her from even speaking.

"Who's baby do you think she'll have?" asked Spike with an eager if slightly-worried smile. "This is so awesome, Chedra - we're going to have a baby! And I don't care whose it is, either, just as long as it's healthy and happy and you're okay afterward. I promise I'll help you take care of it and raise it like my own child."

"We all do," said T-Bone, and Chedra looked up at them both with a beatific smile, going through so much pleasure right then, it might as well be pain, her endorphins surging well beyond her control, beyond anything she'd ever thought possible before. "We'll take care of you all. That's a promise we'll never break."

Suddenly, Chedra's legs jerked out, only barely kept in check by Hard Rock's powerful-but-gentle hands on the slightly-tilted table, gravity helping Chedra, so she didn't have to do quite all of the work. Stegz's eyes widened some more, and he reached up, his hands slipping just beneath Chedra's widespread legs.

"I can see the head," he said softly, urgently. "Keep pushing Chedra...that's it...oh!"

With a final convulsive movement, Chedra flopped back onto the bed, while Stegz lifted the little bundle, Bullzeye hurrying over to help him wash it off. It was a perfectly-formed humanoid pterosaur, just like Bullzeye, except that its - or rather, his - scales were a shade of sky blue.

"Guys," exclaimed Bullzeye, holding up the newborn dino-baby. "Guys, look - it looks like me!"

Bullzeye's exclamations of joy, however, were suddenly cut off as Chedra started to spasm once more, this time more powerfully. The second labor went much faster than the first, as though Chedra's body were adjusting to the demands being placed upon it, and within a half-hour, another tiny bundle joined the first in Bullzeye's arms, the pterosaur grinning widely as he looked between them.

"This one looks like you, Stegz!" he said, just as genuinely happy at Stegz's fortune as his own, holding up the little blue-scaled stegosaur girl, before pressing both babies into Chedra's arms to cuddle. He had to lift them up once more, however, as Chedra started to convulse again, by now so caught up in that strange place between pleasure and pain that she was hardly even aware of her surroundings any more.

It was nearly midnight when it was all over, and each of the Extreme Dinosaurs was holding a freshly-boiled baby bottle filled with Chedra's milk in one hand, a newborn baby tucked in the crook of the other arm, while the happy mother slept deeply to start recovering from her extreme ordeal. Spike had actually quite enjoyed helping to milk Chedra, but somehow he enjoyed holding his precious little daughter even more. Not far off, T-Bone was holding a son, while Hard Rock cradled a daughter, his stoic face looking somehow calmer than it ever had, even in his most meditative moments.

"Well, my dino-brothers," said T-Bone with a light smirk as he held his blue-scaled bundle of tyrannosaur joy in his arms, "it looks as though we are about to start on an even more extreme adventure than we've ever experienced before."