FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Samuel Hunt grumbled to himself as he walked through the thick Jurassic jungle. The scientists at the J.A Harding Paleoecological Gardens and Research Facility, really outdid themselves this time. This environment was a very scientifically accurate recreation of Late Jurassic Africa, or Gondwana, if you were a nerd who cared about the proper names of long dead continents.

This facility was one of 6 scattered around the world that brought long extinct organisms and their habitats back to life in order to be studied. This allowed scientists to look at these organisms in their "natural" environments and learn things about them that, five years ago, would have been impossible to figure out. Scores of huge scientific discoveries had been made since then, and scores more would be in the future.

This new technology wasn't just used for science. In order to supply more money for the operation of these research habitats, they opened a zoo of sorts close to each of the habitats. After a research project was wrapped up, the animals from the habitat went on display to the public. The facility that Samuel worked for was the only one that shared a direct border with the part that was open to the public. This made Samuel's job much more interesting.

For some strange reason, people and Furs always wound up coming into this restricted area. Samuel had no idea why, there were plenty of safe places for interested parties to look in on the habitats by way of an elevated platform and monorail that skirted along the border. People still managed to get in through the fencing in order to get a closer look at the animals. It was often the last look they ever got.

Samuel's job as head search and rescue operator was interesting. He preferred to work alone, which was fine with the scientists and the heads of the company because it minimized the disturbances to the animals. He also had one of the highest success rates out of any of the people and Furs with his position at any of the facilities.

He was used to this kind of thing. The 35 year old human had worked all over the world, finding and rescuing people from some of the most hostile environments on the planet. When this opportunity popped up, Samuel was on a plane to the island before the ink dried on his employment contract. The man needed a challenge, and there was nothing more challenging than rescuing people and Furs from dinosaurs.

This particular case was very unusual. Generally, the people who he had to rescue were dumb tourists who didn't know what they were getting themselves into. This time, it was an employee from the park. Samuel had read up on the Jack Russell Terrier's file before starting his rescue mission. The file was interesting, only because of the feelings it conjured up for Samuel.

Samuel was gay, closeted, and, as far he knew, definitely not ready for a serious committed relationship. He definitely preferred Dogs over any other kind of lover, and bedded at least one in every place he called home. The human's target reminded him of one of his first lovers, the one who had haunted his dreams ever since he had left his small hometown in New Zealand.

Everett Conley was 30 years old and from a small town in Eastern Oregon. Before he came to work here, he was an EMT. For the past six months, he had been working as a first aide provider here in the park. He must have been doing well, because he got enough friends together to goad his drunk ass into the restricted zone.

For now, things were ok. The chip injected into all the employees of the company showed that Everett was still alive and in decent enough condition to make it out of here. It gave a location, as well as vital readings. The human stopped in front of a huge, overturned log and looked down at his smart watch. According to it, he was right on top of the Jack Russell Terrier. Samuel peeked over the log, and chuckled at the sight of the sleeping Dog.

"G'day mate," Samuel set his rifle down on the log, "Did you have a good night?"

The Dog jumped and opened his eyes. A bark of joy escaped his lips as he realized that he was saved. Samuel smiled and looked over Everett. He was in nothing but a pair of shorts, his once white tee-shirt was wrapped tightly around his shin and stained with dried blood.

"How's the leg?" Samuel asked, "Are you going to be able to walk out of here?"

Everett thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't know how I managed to drag myself back here," The Dog began, "But I don't think I walked."

Samuel nodded and put his rifle over his shoulder. He sat down on the log and looked over Everett.

"Ok," Samuel extended his hand, "My name is Samuel Hunt, but you can call me Sam."

Everett sat up and shook the human's hand.

"I'm Everett," The Dog smiled, "It's nice to meet you Sam."

"This is what's going to happen," Sam pointed back the way he came, "I'm going to carry you to a more open spot. Then I'm going to change the bandage on your wound and hopefully get you walking again. Once that's done, it's about an hour or so tramp back to the fence. Sound good to you?"

Everett blushed and looked down. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as Sam bent over to pick him up. The human held him, bridal style, and slowly started walking through the jungle. Samuel couldn't stop himself from looking at the Dog. Everett could have been his long-lost lover's twin. Even his fur felt the same. Sam shook his head, and blushed as the Dog noticed what he was doing.

"Sorry," Sam chuckled, "You just really remind me of someone."

"Someone special?" Everett asked, "I've seen that look before."

"Oh?" Sam stepped over a log, "From your partner?"

Everett shook his head.

"That's how my dad looks at my mom," Everett began, "I haven't really had a serious relationship yet."

"I'm sorry," Sam sighed, "It was unprofessional of me to be carrying on like that."

The Dog shrugged.

"I think you're fine," Everett replied with a chuckle, "I wish more guys would look at me the way that you were, the way you still are."

Sam blushed hard and made a point to avoiding looking down at Everett's body. The Dog chuckled and put an arm around the human's shoulders in an attempt to make his weight easier to carry.

"I'm glad you're ok with it," Sam glanced down at the Dog, "It makes this situation much less awkward for me."

Everett smirked.

"Don't worry, I'm fine Sam," Everett chuckled, "Do you often look at the people you rescue like that?"

Sam shook his head.

"You're the only one so far," The human chuckled, "Look, we're almost there."

Everett turned his head and looked over the clearing. It was a small beach, on the coast of a lagoon. They were close to its terminus in the jungle. The ocean was another 5 or so miles down the lagoon. Sam set the Dog down next to a log and stretched.

"You're lucky," Sam pulled off his backpack and set it down on the ground, "I'm amazed that nothing smelled your blood and came looking for an easy meal."

Everett rubbed his arm.

"Yeah," Everett began, "Don't remind me."

Sam opened up the first aid kit. By the time he had looked up to tell Everett to take the tee-shirt off of his leg, it was already done. The wound was fairly large, and ran from just below the Dog's knee to his ankle.

"What gave you that?" Sam asked as he pulled out some disinfectant, "Do you remember?"

"It looked like a Stegosaurus," Everett whined and winced as the human cleaned his wound, "It was different though. The spines were different."

"Ah," Sam continued to clean out the cut, "It was a Kentrosaurus. There's three or four herds up on this side of the island. You're lucky you got away with your leg. They usually get more than one slash in when they're fending off something they don't like."

"Aren't they herbivores? Aren't they supposed to be docile?" Everett asked, "I wasn't hurting them any. I was just trying to find a safe place to spend the night."

"You probably startled them," Samuel got out the gauze, "It's in the past now though. The thing I can't figure out is how you managed to tramp so far from the fence."

Everett rubbed his arm and winced as Sam started wrapping up his leg.

"I remember seeing the guards on the fence and hiding," Everett sighed, "I must have got turned around, because the last thing I clearly remember after that is falling down a big hill. If I had to guess, I was trying to find my way back around the hill."

"Well pup," Sam finished bandaging up the Dog's leg, "It looks like your leg is going to be just fine."

Everett's fur floofed up at the remark.

"Pup?" Everett crossed his arms, "I'm not a pup."

Sam laughed and put his first aid kit back into his backpack. Behind him, on the opposite shore, a small pterosaur landed. It squawked, getting Sam and Everett's attention. It was about the size of a crow, and white, aside from its red head and long, slender orange beak. The human chuckled and looked it over. He made it his business to know each and every creature that the scientists put into this part of the island. It was a male, one that shifted into his breeding colors a week or two late. Sam made a mental note to tell the scientists about that, they loved it when he did that sort of thing.

"We're not in danger right?" Everett looked at the small Pterosaur with wide eyes, "Its parents aren't going to come and attack us, are they?"

Sam chuckled.

"That's a fully grown one," Sam smirked, "Not all of them are big."

"I knew that," Everett cleared his throat and rubbed his arm, "I just thought that all of that kind were."

"How did you even end up here?" Sam asked, "I thought only dinosaur nerds applied to this place."

"I'm not a dinosaur nerd," Everett chuckled, "I just think they're cool."

The human scoffed.

"Everyone thinks dinosaurs are cool," Sam began, "Bringing things that have been dead for millions of years back is cool. People don't leave their lives to slap Band-Aids on kids' knees for cool."

Sam sighed. He went too far. The Dog was very clearly hurt by the human's callous remark. Everett put up his paw.

"You do when you realize that you'll be spending the best part of your lives riding with dying people in the back of an ambulance," Everett shook his head, "I'd rather deal with thousands of shithead little kids with skinned knees every day, than spend another night in that ambulance. Cool was enough for me. I enjoy my new job and my new life."

The pair sat in uncomfortable silence for a while. The Dog looked over at the Pterosaur, which was looking intently at the surface of the water.

"What do they eat anyways?" Everett asked, "Do you know?"

Sam chuckled and watched as the creature drove its beak into the water. After a few moments of maneuvering, the flying reptile pulled a small, dark green crab out of the water. It looked around, uttered a muffled squawk, and flew away.

"Well, mostly crabs," Sam smirked, "I think they're really opportunistic though. Some of the scientists have seen them scavenging."

"You seem to know a lot about them," Everett began, "About everything in here. Are you some kind of dinosaur nerd?"

Sam shook his head and looked around the clearing.

"I'm a nature nerd," Sam replied, "That's why I'm here."

"There's plenty of nature out in the world," Everett chuckled, "Why this particular chunk of it?"

"Because I've been almost everywhere," Sam began, "I've seen things people wouldn't believe, once you do that, it takes more and more to surprise you. Here, it's always changing. Just six months ago, this was Wyoming 85 million years ago. It gives me enough time to get used to it, to master it, and then get a new challenge. A new place and a new time."

"Have you saved people all the places you went?" The Jack Russel Terrier asked, "Or is this your first time?"

"I've been rescuing people since I was 15," Sam laughed, "I'm a pro at it."

"Good to hear," Everett smiled, "Sounds like I'm in good hands."

"I appreciate that," Sam smiled, "Come on, let's see if you can stand."

With a grunt and a groan the Dog shakily got to his feet. He was clearly hurting pretty bad, but was putting on a tough front for the human. Sam put a hand on his shoulder and looked over Everett with a frown.

"It's not too far is it?" Everett asked, "If it's not far I can make it."

"It's not," Sam began, "Just an hour of walking. Can you do it?"

Everett nodded.

"I think so," The Dog replied.

"Good," Sam chuckled and clapped the Dog on the back, "Now start tramping in the direction you're facing."

"I'm going to be in front?" Everett whined, "Isn't that the most dangerous?"

Sam shook his head.

"If anything is going to try and hurt us," Sam began, "It'll come from behind."

Everett gulped and started walking, slowly. Sam followed his fingers reaching down to calibrate his smart watch. The watch could detect nearby creatures and show their location, much in the same way it could track down park employees. Sam usually left that function off, he found that looking down at his wrist all the time distracted him, and made him more vulnerable.

"What are you doing back there?" Everett looked over his shoulder, "Everything alright?"

Sam nodded and finished up what he was doing.

"Yeah," Sam began, "I was just turning on my tracker."

"You mean it wasn't on already?" Everett whined, "What if something was close by?"

"Something was," Sam chuckled, "Don't you remember that Pterosaur back there?"

Everett huffed and stepped over a fallen log.

"I meant something scary," The Dog replied, "What if something was sneaking up on us?"

"There's nothing to worry about," Sam began, "We were totally safe. Turn left at this stump."

Everett did as he was told. For being injured, he was doing a great job at setting a decent pace. Maybe the pair would be back at the border in less than an hour. After a few minutes without incident, the Dog tripped and cried out in pain as he hit his shin against a thorny shrub.

"Fuck!" Everett groaned and shakily got up to his feet, "I don't know if I'll be able to walk out of here Sam. I'm really hurting."

The human sighed and put his gun back over his shoulder. With a grunt he picked Everett back up and held him, securely, to his chest. The Dog whined and looked away.

"I'm sorry Sam," Everett began, "You probably think I'm a wimp."

"You survived out here by yourself for a whole night," Sam chuckled, "A wimp wouldn't have lasted five minutes."

"Yeah, on accident," The Dog sighed, "Doesn't really mean all that much."

"I disagree," Sam replied, "You're smarter and stronger than you give yourself credit for. Hell, you're smarter and stronger than most of the idiots I rescue."

Everett raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you think that?" Everett asked, "I'm really not."

Sam stopped walking and cleared his throat.

"First off, you bandaged your wound and controlled the bleeding. Most people wouldn't have even known where to begin with a wound like that," Sam began, "Secondly, you had the common sense to get yourself someplace safe."

"I-I was drunk," Everett stammered, "I think you're getting the wrong idea."

"That makes it even better," Sam laughed and skirted around a fallen tree, "Humility is a very attractive trait."

Everett blushed and smirked.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I'm being humble about that needs to be brought to my attention?" The Jack Russel Terrier chuckled, "You've noticed more right? Since you know me so well."

Sam looked down at the Dog and smiled. Everett returned the look with a quiet giggle. The human blushed, he had totally forgot that this very cute Dog wasn't wearing a shirt. He shook off those feelings and chuckled.

"I can see you're fishing for compliments," Sam smirked, "You've got to try harder than that. I'm not about to take that bait."

Everett laughed.

"You thought about it right?" Everett asked, "I'm not barking up the wrong tree am I?"

"You could never bark up the wrong tree pup," Sam chuckled, "Hush up now, we don't want to attract too much attention."

Everett nodded and closed his mouth. The human's smartwatch started flashing red. Everett started pulling on the human's vest, his eyes wide. Sam looked down at the watch and shrugged.

"I don't get worried until I hear twigs and branches snapping," Sam began, "They put those trackers into every animal. Mine picks up the big kind, or the dangerous kind."

"So something big or dangerous or both, is very close to us," Everett whimpered, "How are you not freaking out."

"Like I said-," Sam froze as a twig snapped, "Can you stand?"

Everett nodded and climbed down from Sam's arms. The human readied his rifle, and pointed it into the thick brush in front of them. Everett whimpered and shivered, wildly looking in every direction.

"Did you see it?" Everett whispered, "How do you know what direction to shoot in?"

Sam knelt down.

"Because I heard it," Sam whispered back, "I'm not going to shoot until I see it."

Sam's watch started flashing faster and more intensely.

"Can't that thing tell you what it is? Everett asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Sam looked back at the Dog and sighed, "Fine. Don't freak out."

The human pressed a few buttons on his wrist and then turned his attention back to the sights of his rifle. The name of the creature was projected up into the air in bold, yellow letters, the font reserved for predators.

"Allosaurus!" The Dog whined, "Oh, shit!"

Sam shook his head.

"It's worse than an Allosaurus. I know what it is, it's something they misnamed a long time ago. Get ready to run," Sam sighed, "I probably won't be able to kill it, but I'll be able to slow it down."

Everett took a few moments to process what Sam said. It was easy to forget how imperfect the study of these creatures was when there were living breathing ones roaming around the island.

"How much worse is worse?" Everett asked, "Is it bigger?"

"Yeah," Sam replied, "Closer to the T. Rex."

A twig snapped again, making Sam and Everett jump. Sam took a deep breath and moved his finger down to the trigger. A very young, very small dinosaur jumped out of the brush and squeakily roared. It was about 2 feet tall, with mottled dark green coloration. It had ridges over its eyes, and small, sharp teeth. Its bright, yellow eyes looked over Sam and Everett restlessly, flicking rapidly back and forth. The human chuckled and put his rifle down.

"It's just a baby," Sam chuckled, "Wow, he's a young little guy."

"How do you know it's a boy?" Everett asked as he took a couple of steps away from the dinosaur, "And why did you put your gun down? What if its mother comes by?"

"Damn, which of those do I answer first," Sam set his pack on the ground, "Well, males are the only ones with the ridges, the mother abandons them after they lay their eggs, and I'm not shooting a baby. I've got a better way."

"What?" Everett's eyes went wide as Sam pulled out a bag of beef jerky, "Oh fuck no. Sam don't do that."

The young dinosaur cocked his head inquisitively and jumped forward. Sam chuckled and pulled out a large piece of meat and held it loosely in front of him. The dinosaur watched it, bobbing his head to follow the minute movements of the piece of food.

"It's going to bite you Sam," Everett covered up his eyes, parting his fingers to allow himself to keep watching, "It's going to bite your fingers right off."

The dinosaur jumped forward and deftly took the chunk of meat out of Sam's fingers. Sam chuckled and grabbed another large piece. He threw this one, arching it over the head of the dinosaur. He jumped up, missed the meat, and landed hard on the ground in a tangle of slender limbs. He shook off the fall and pounced onto the chunk of meat, trapping it against the ground with his talons and ripping it to small pieces with his sharp teeth.

"Wow," Sam chuckled and watched the small theropod eat, "It's crazy to think that in a couple of months this guy is going to be in an enclosure for the whole world to see. I hope they find a name for his species by then."

"Let's get out of here Sam," Everett whined, "While it's distracted."

"Let me feed it one more piece," Sam replied, "Then I'll throw the whole bag into the jungle and we can go."

"Do you make the people you rescue this uncomfortable often?" The Dog asked, "I thought the point of rescuing someone was to make them feel safe."

"I don't do it often," Sam chuckled as the dinosaur bounded forward again, "Maybe I enjoy being out here with you. Did you think of that?"

Everett blushed and smiled.

"He is pretty cute," The Dog began, "I don't see why one more would hurt."

Sam dropped this piece close to his feet. The young theropod crept forward and slowly ate the meat. The human reached out his hand once the animal dipped its head and gently stroked the creature's ridges. With a chuckle, he backed away and waited for the creature to finish eating.

"Why aren't you a handler?" Everett asked, "You really seem to understand the animals."

"That's because I respect them," Sam threw the bag of meat into the distance, "Besides, didn't you see him? He was very relaxed, if he were agitated I wouldn't have even tried."

With a roar, a larger version of the dinosaur they had just fed crashed through the brush and snatched up the youngster in one bite. Sam left his backpack on the ground, grabbed Everett's arm, and started running. They went under the large reddish-brown animal's sweeping tail and went through the thickest brush Sam could find. The beast roared behind them and gave chase, the baby dinosaur's blood dripping from its gaping maw.

"Did you see the ridges?" Everett chuckled, "That one's a male."

Sam ducked under a partially fallen tree. The dinosaur followed, crashing through it in a burst of splinters and dead leaves.

"You're scared shitless of things you shouldn't be scared of and totally brush off things that actually want to kill us," Sam chuckled, "You're my kind of guy."

Everett laughed and pointed forward. The shining metal fence was finally visible between the towering trees and thick foliage.

"We made it!" Everett panted, "Do they know we're coming?"

"Oh yeah," Sam chuckled, "They'll get us out, don't worry."

The pair ran out of the jungle and started traversing the grassy plain that led to the fence. The large dinosaur's head poked out of jungle just as a loud bang accompanied by a flash of blinding white light exploded beside the left side of its head. The creature fell over, dazed, and awkwardly scooted itself back into the cover of the jungle.

"So," Everett panted as guards started running back and forth on top of the wall, "I'm your kind of guy? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know," Sam chuckled, "I've always seen myself as the guy who'd be taking bugs out of the house because my partner would be too paralyzed to do anything with them."

"Well," Everett blushed and looked down at his feet, "I am scared of spiders."

The fence opened up behind them slowly, creaking and groaning as the heavy pieces of metal moved. The pair watched, smiles on both of their faces. Everett looked back up at the human.

"Will I ever see you again?" Everett asked, "Or is that too much to hope for?"

Sam chuckled and smiled.

"We'll see pup," Sam put his arm around the Dog and walked him through the door, "We'll see."

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One week later

"He actually touched it?!" Trihn began in perfect English, "That's crazy."

Trihn was a Musk Deer from Vietnam. She was born and raised there, and went to nursing school in London. As a result of that, her English was impeccable, which made Everett wonder why she chose nursing over becoming a translator, or a diplomatic worker. Much like Everett, she dropped everything at the chance to work at J.A Harding Paleoecological Gardens. She and the Jack Russel Terrier worked in the same first aid stand. The one next to the, in Everett's opinion, horribly misnamed "Feed The First Fish" exhibit.

The fish in the exhibit now were a small species of predatory armored fish from the Devonian, Coccosteus, which lived roughly 100 million years after the first fish actually evolved. They were usually fairly content scooping up the chunks of meat dropped into their large, state of the art tank, but they, like nearly all of the animals here in the Gardens, had their more wild moments. The majority of the incidents that Everett and Trinh dealt with in this first aid station were animal bites. Kids just loved putting their fingers in the tank.

These fish normally ate off of the bottom of the tank, but the water was very shallow. According to the people in charge, it was done to make the animals seem closer. They also argued that animals smaller in length than your average ruler didn't need that much water to begin with. That perfect mix of economizing, small predators with sharp teeth, and young, dumb children, made bites way more common than they should have been. That was exactly what happened with little Ian. Ian was about 5 or 6 years old and looked like a younger version of Christopher Robin.

"Yeah," Everett replied, "It was like watching the Crocodile Hunter, but up close and with dinosaurs."

Trinh snickered.

"Did he stick his thumb up its ass?" The Deer smirked, "I would have paid money to see that."

"He didn't have time," Everett huffed, "We did almost get eaten remember?"

"There's always time," Trinh scoffed and turned her attention back to the kid's wound, "Maybe he should have stuck his thumb up the big one's ass. It wouldn't have even dreamed of eating you then."

"Come on Trinh," The Dog chuckled, "We shouldn't talk like this in front of the kid. We might get written up again."

"He won't tell on us," Trinh shook her head, "They teach these kids not to tattle now. Isn't that right Ian?"

The boy sniffled and yelped in pain as Trinh finished wrapping a bandage around the human's hand and sighed. It wasn't bad enough to require stitches, but enough to break the skin and sting like hell. He nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes with his uninjured hand.

"Did you learn anything?" Trinh asked, "Hell, I don't know why I even ask. You kids never do."

Ian crossed his arms.

"I did too," He replied in a posh British accent, "I learned not to stick my fingers in the water."

The Deer looked up at Everett and smirked.

"Wow Everett," The female began, "It looks like Ian is a cut above our average patients. Do we have anything to give him for a reward?"

The Dog rummaged through a drawer and pulled out one of the company's lollipops. This one, which was called the Sour Stegosaurus, was one of the best-sellers. Everett grimaced at the hazy, drunken memories of last week and quickly handed off the candy to the human. Trinh smiled and stood up.

"Where are your mother and father?' Trinh looked around, "You can't expect me to believe you came all the way out to this island in the middle of the Pacific by yourself."

"Mummy and Daddy are at the spa," Ian began, "I'm taking a tour with the other girls and boys so my parents can have private time."

Trinh shook her head as Ian saw his tour group pass the door. The boy jumped up, lollipop in hand, and ran after them. The Deer huffed and closed the curtain that separated the first aid shack from the rest of the park.

"You gotta love family parks," Trinh sat down in her chair, "Especially the ones that dump your children off on underpaid, undertrained teenagers."

Everett chuckled and started cleaning up the workspace.

"Now that he's gone," Trinh chuckled and put her hands behind her head, "I want more details. How the hell did you end up out in the research zone?"

"I got drunk with my friends," Everett sighed, "They dared me to go in, and I did. The guards came, my friends ran away from the fence, and I hid in the jungle. After that I don't remember much."

Trinh shook her head.

"You're lucky you didn't get eaten," The Musk Deer replied, "They've got some nasty stuff up there for that research project."

"Tell me about it," Everett began, "They had this weird kind of Stegosaur, I can't remember what Samuel called them, but they were smaller than the Stegosaurus and had nastier spines. That's what gave me the wound on my leg. I didn't think that those things were so mean, they're so much calmer in the exhibit in the park."

"That's because they were wild," Trinh scoffed, "They aren't getting constant human contact like the ones here in the Gardens are. Knowing how stupid you get when you drink, you probably made the whole situation worse. I wonder if they have it on video."

Everett shuddered and finished up his cleaning.

"I don't think I'd want to watch it," Everett began, "They have a little counter on the side that shows the closest creatures to the camera. I don't think I could handle finding out that something scary was close to me."

Trinh put up her hands and nodded.

"Alright, let's change the subject," Trinh began, "Was his name Samuel?"

Everett breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't realize how lucky he had been until he was safe and sound in his infirmary bed. The experience had given him nightmares, and nearly ruined working in this park for the Dog. The mention of Sam's name made him feel much, much better.

"Yeah," Everett chuckled and played with the fur behind his ear, "Samuel Hund, but he goes by Sam."

"Oooh, that's a dreamy name," Trinh replied, "Is he just as dreamy?"

Everett sighed and leaned up against the sink.

"He's dreamier," Everett began, "I don't think I've ever seen a more handsome man."

"I want more details," Trinh leaned forward, "I want to know everything I can about this guy."

"Well," The Dog sighed wistfully, "He was taller than me, buff, tan, and confident. Very charming."

Trinh motioned for the Jack Russel Terrier to continue, grinning and holding back girlish giggles of delight as she did so.

"He had these cute hazel eyes," Everett chuckled, "Messy dark brown hair, amazing stubble. He dressed well too, he knew how to show off his body."

Everett blushed and closed his eyes.

"He smelled so good too," Everett wrapped his arms around his chest, "And when he carried me Trinh, oh my god, I've never felt like such a giddy pup before."

Trinh chuckled and stood up.

"I'm totally going to track him down and ask him on a date," The female began, "He sounds like a total dream."

Everett rubbed his arm.

"I actually think he's into dogs," The Jack Russell Terrier began, "Boy dogs, to be exact."

Trinh groaned and collapsed back into her chair.

"Why are all the good guys gay?" She shook her head, "What makes you say that? He didn't sound that gay to me."

"He told me," Everett began, "Even if he didn't, I think I could tell already by the way he was looking at me. You know that look, the one that guys get when they think you're the most beautiful thing in the world."

Trinh's jaw dropped.

"No way. You got the look?" Trinh began, "How in the world did that happen?"

Everett blushed and looked down.

"He likes me Trinh," The Dog smiled, "That's how."

"You lucky son of a bitch," Trinh chuckled and shook her head, "Are you going to do anything about it?"

Everett sighed.

"I'll probably never see him again, even though I know he wants to," Everett began, "He's really busy. Lots of people get lost on this island."

For a business of this nature, it was very disturbing that such a large number of people got lost in places that they weren't supposed to go to. For a search and rescue guy like Ethan, there was hardly any time to relax and unwind.

"I wouldn't say that," Trinh replied, "If he likes you so much, I'm sure he'll try to get in contact with you again."

Everett sighed and nodded.

"Until then I guess I'll just have to hear that sexy accent of his in my dreams," Everett chuckled, "That had to have been the sexiest part."

"Where was he from?" Trinh asked, "Could you tell?"

Everett shrugged.

"Australia I think," Everett began, "That's what the accent sounded like."

"Damn shame he wasn't a Dingo," Trinh murred, "I do love Dingos."

Everett looked down at his watch and sighed.

"Come on it's almost 5," Everett shook his head, "We've got to get things set up for our relief."

"Ok, Ok, one more question first," Trinh chuckled, "How big was his cock?"

Everett whined and blushed in embarrassment as someone knocked insistently on the wall of the first aid shack

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"Urm, hello," Sam began from outside the curtain, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but is Everett in there?"

The two coworkers shared a series of quick and awkward glances. Trinh violently gestured for Everett to speak to him. The Jack Russel Terrier blushed and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I'm here," Everett tried to make his voice go lower, "What's up?"

Sam paused and chuckled quietly.

"Do you have a moment?" Ethan asked, "I'd like to talk to you."

Trinh nodded and pushed Everett out of the shack. The Jack Russel blushed hard and looked down at the ground. Ethan chuckled and put his hand on the Dog's shoulder.

"How are you doing pup?" Sam asked, "How's the leg?"

"You know I don't like that nickname," Everett blushed and smiled, "And better, I'm only a little sore."

Sam looked over Everett and smiled. They shared an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the delighted squeals of children running by on their way to the attractions at the Gardens.

"I'm glad," Sam replied, "I came here because I wanted to ask you something Everett."

"Ok," Everett finally looked up at the attractive human, "Go for it."

"Well," Sam chuckled and smiled, "I don't really do this too often. I rarely ever see the people I rescue again. Even rarer still is when I feel that there is something there. A spark if you will."

On the inside, Everett was the most nervous he had ever been in his life. He had never had anybody as attractive as this human ever express an interest in him. He had never even had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of months. In spite of his internal feelings he managed to play it cool, the way that he was always told guys liked.

"A spark?" Everett smirked, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yeah. Yeah I am" Sam chuckled, "What do you think? You and me? Dinner?"

Everett couldn't stop the celebratory yip/squeal from escaping his muzzle. It was Sam's turn to smirk. Now he knew for sure that the feeling he got a week ago out in the jungle was real. The Dog composed himself and blushed as he played with the fur behind his ear.

"Where would we go?" Everett asked, "I don't know if there's any place on the island that doesn't constantly play shit like "Dinosaur Jamboree" on repeat."

Sam laughed. "Dinosaur Jamboree" was one of the many kitschy children's songs that the Gardens produced to create a family friendly ambiance. They worked, but were very annoying and catchy. Every employee went through a phase where they knew every song word for word and couldn't stop themselves from singing them.

"The restaurant that overlooks the research area doesn't," Sam began, "There's a reason why people consider it to be the classiest place on the island."

Due to the nature of this job and the location of the Gardens, employees lived on the island. Most of the ones who worked in the park, Trinh and Everett included, lived in single bedroom suites in the large, resort style hotel on the island. For that reason, there were all the necessities one would find in a regular town. Nightlife, restaurants, even a shopping mall, were present on the island.

"Well," Everett chuckled nervously, "I suppose it'll be ok if I'm with you."

"What?" Sam smirked, "Wary of the jungle?"

"Yeah," The Dog replied, "I don't know if I want to see those things again."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Sam chuckled, "After all there aren't that many little baby dinosaurs around the restaurant."

Everett frowned and crossed his arms.

"You shouldn't have played it up like we were about to die," The Dog shook his head, "You made it sound like a big fucking dinosaur was about to jump out of the bushes and eat us. Besides, one actually did that. I reacted the right way."

Sam put up his hands and laughed.

"Ok ok, you're right," Sam began, "Will I see you tonight?"

Everett smiled.

"Of course," Everett replied, "7 o' clock?"

"Seven's excellent mate," Sam shook the Dog's paw, "I'll meet you there."

Everett smiled and waved as the human walked off. Trinh, who had watched the entire exchange from behind the curtain squealed and ran out to embrace the Dog.

"Oh my god!" She began, "You've got a date! Attaboy!"

"About time right?" Everett chuckled nervously, "I'm nervous Trinh."

Trinh scoffed and clapped the Dog on the back.

"You have nothing to worry about," Trinh smirked, "You guys have great chemistry. It'll be a lot of fun."

The Dog blushed. Trinh was right. The Deer smiled and put her arm around the Dog's shoulders.

"Come on," Trinh began, "It's quitting time, everything's ready for us to leave."

Everett nodded.

"Hey Trinh," Everett began, "Can you-?"

"Help you get ready for your date?" Trinh chuckled, "Sweetie that was happening whether you wanted my help or not. We're going to make you the cutest boy on the whole island."

"Wasn't I already?" The Dog laughed as Trinh elbowed him in the side, "What? I sincerely think I am."

"Then let's make you look like it," Trinh smirked, "When I'm through with you, all he's going to be thinking about is taking you home."

Everett chuckled and shook his head as he and Trinh started walking towards the center of the park. Park attendants swarmed past them on either side. It was close to dinner time, which meant that the animals were getting fed. People loved watching that.

"Come on," Everett shook his head, "He's a gentleman, and besides, I wouldn't do that on the first date anyways."

Trinh raised an eyebrow.

"Have you seen this guy?" Trinh scoffed, "I don't think anyone would blame you if you did the horizontal mambo after the first date."

"Maybe," Everett chuckled as they came into view of the hotel, "Give me a few minutes to shower first, then we can get ready."

Trinh nodded.

"I'm going to get myself a fancy coffee before I go in," Trinh began, "Take your time, I'll probably be in your room picking out your outfit by the time you finish up."

Everett smiled and waved as Trinh walked away from him. He sighed happily and walked into the hotel lobby, skirting around the crowds who were gawking at the mounted Tyrannosaurus skeleton in the middle of the lobby's marble floors. The Dog got into the elevator and pressed the button to his floor. As the door closed, he giddily wrapped his arms around his body and giggled.

Tonight was going to be a night to remember.