Crash and Sleek: Otterly Screwed
Heya everyone, going back to basics with a theme more familiar to what i used to pump out: Savage, bestial rapey animal gangbangs. Hooray!
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Crash and Sleek in: Otterly Screwed
Rustling through the leaves of tropical palms and ferns, the wind began to take on a cooler, almost biting quality as it snaked through the many paths and walkways carved through the dense forest of Asla Island. It was a late afternoon, the hot sun starting to set below the horizon, that tropical warmth that usually made the air hot and muggy quickly ebbing away just as fast as the light melted into the still blue sea.
Electricity danced and whipped in invisible arcs when those swaying plants came too close to the steel bars that formed huge barriers against the forest, singeing leaves and smoking branches where they came into contact. For on Asla Island, the main attraction was in the dangerous animals, those huge, heavy fences in place just so they can walk around, eat, fuck, sleep, drink, for the other anthros' amusement.
As the moonlight teased over the cobblestone ground, reaching out with the night itself, the island started to switch on their own artificial lights, shining brightly to illuminate the darkened walkways, so that and the people, holding their kids, wives or husbands by the hand, could make their way out of the park. Last ferry to the mainland. Then it would be time to close down for the night, run maintenance and health checks, and generally do what couldn't be done with throngs of crowds seething around.
It seemed tonight, those repairs were destined to be many. A certain careless mother had forgot one of her cubs, who managed to find himself in the restricted areas of the park, entering a building and being entranced by the sensitive machinery buzzing inside. Noticing the large, shiny, alluring generator, he decided to meddle with it, causing half of park to shut down abruptly, the rest of it struggling for power as the relay was blown - the little guy was lucky he didn't vaporise himself. Electricity no longer threatened to put volts into the bodies of the numerous monstrous beasts that served as the main attraction, cameras no longer swivelled and spied to keep an eye on paths and enclosures, tour cars halted on their rails and confused rangers made their way to the nearest safe zone by torch. There was no time to waste, as while many lumbering beasts hardly noticed the change, others reacted almost instantly, as if part of some planned, conspiratorial breakout.
One of the first to notice was Crash. Standing six feet high, and thirteen feet from nose to tail, she was the Alpha of the park's raptor pack, affectionately named for the aggressive way she would ram her head into the side of her sisters, in an affectionately violent way of asserting her dominance. Many time she'd sent her packmates sprawling onto their side after enthusiastically crashing into them, pinning with a bite to the neck and sitting on their backs until they whined submissively.
Like all the park's creatures, Crash and her pack wasn't a resurrected line of ancient dinosaurs. No, she was a mish mash of DNA from all sorts of species, carefully cut and fused, tuned through generation after generation of genetic manipulation, testing and selective breeding. Rather than a toothed turkey with a shabby coat of feathers as expected from a true velociraptor, Crash was a giant made of smooth, streamlined scales that alternated between dark greys and browns, accenting her powerful musculature. Deep orange tones added colour to her neck and underbelly, reaching down her thighs and even onto the toes. Racing stripes of deep black streaked her back and snout, painting spectacles around her eyes that brought out the vivid, cattish, yellow that flecked their irises. A mowhawk of, quill-like feathers rippled on her neck as she raised her head towards the fence, no longer able to feel the tugging buzz of electricity that warned her to stay back. It wasn't the first time this had happened - she'd felt it before. The 'dinosaur' knew they were off.
Her quirky DNA didn't just make the dinosaur a sight to behold. The park wanted a pack, so what better way to ensure that than blending in a bit of wolf? How about developing an extensive vocal system, teaching them to speak so that the guests can marvel in awe as they watch simulated hunts? It resulted in an Alpha that barked orders that her pack followed to the 'letter'. One rough, throaty call later, and there was a large hole in the fence, just big enough to slip a pack of raptors out one-by-one.
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Sleek hesitated as she saw the park lights dim a little, the fluorescent bulbs giving a little fizz and starting to flicker eerily in the creeping darkness, casting jagged, twisted shadows as they hit the broad ferns and themed decorations. "Um," The sound was more for her own sake, the otter having a habit of often talking to herself when she was stressed, and often talking too much. It had helped her, as a bubbly new intern at the Prehistoric Park; friendly people make friends quicker. And when you're stuck on an island with the same people for a whole season, good friends were exactly what she needed.
To look at her, it was hard to tell she wasn't a fully fledged keeper or guide. The light tan uniform looked like she'd been born to wear it, the light shirt a great fit over her sloping, streamline sides, accenting her waist perfectly. She'd got just enough room to fit her bust in, which with most of her kind weren't anything to boast about. She was built for swimming, everything about her body smooth, even down to the way her short fur only seemed to reach just above her skin, kept down by the slight coating of natural oils. It wasn't until she did anything strenuous that her coat would really shine, body often ending up slickened with sweat whenever she needed a quick dash.
A broad belt, equipped with mostly empty pockets, clung around the hem of her shorts, forming a line between her top and bottom that seemed to make her hips look broader and legs even longer. The fact she'd got high, brown lace-up boots didn't help either, making the otter look as if she'd be quite tall, but in reality was only 5'6"
It didn't stop her standing straight and proud though, often with her paw on her hips, hair tied into a short ponytail, radio squawking on her chest. But despite having the look, she was still a relatively new intern and come to think of it, barely knew her ass from her elbow. In fact, she'd probably have a map stuffed in one of those paws, with the radio trying to yell directions. Today was going to be no different.
But this time, there wasn't anyone else around to question, and she didn't want to have to call in on the radio again (The other interns were starting to tease, her name often being changed to 'Stuck') leaving her rubbing the side of her head, alone, trying to figure out what was going on. Was this normal? Should she be concerned? The air seemed to still, no longer having that static thrum that permeated the it at every moment. It probably wasn't a good sign.
"Oh, um, shit." Cursing quietly to herself, she patted down her ranger uniform, trying to find her map again. After trying all of her pockets about three times, she pulled a crumped bit of paper out for the smallest compartment of her belt and tried to make sense of it. Having only been working here a few weeks, she'd not got to grips with the island yet, having yet to really even complete her full training, "So, left?" Murmuring to herself, face stuck in the paper, she starts to briskly walk in one direction - before realising it was the wrong way and turning heel to take the right. Or was that another left?
Crash could smell the sweet scent of prey already. Of heat, of flesh, of sweat and fear. So attuned were her senses she even knew it another female, despite barely even knowing the concept. As the raptor stalked near silently through the dense tree cover and bristly shrubberies that lined the paths, it wasn't aware that the island was going into lockdown. That there was mass hysteria and panic in control rooms, security teams being drafted and assembled to contain rogue animals, or that all the parks staff were currently making their way to their nearest safehouse - all but one. A certain otter yet to do an emergency drill - she was going in the total opposite direction
The wanderer separated from any of her kind, it was an easy kill, perhaps too easy. Crash had never had so much freedom, so much flexibility during a hunt. No electrical fields, no guiding collar, no shocks and no animatronics. Just a hunter and prey. It made sense raptor wanted to have some fun with the female, not knowing how long it would take before she'd end up back in her pen. Until the others came, she could entertain herself for the time being.
Body slung low, the dinosaur crawling up into the low shrubs, she managed to get so close to the female, to the point where the animal could have reached out and touched - snapped her jaws out and yanked her into the bushes, or pounced straight out and set to work with the razor sharp talons on her feet. Instead, Crash stayed herself; She wanted her to run. For a hunter, there wasn't a sweeter smell than fear and despair - scents not quite captured in their canned hunts provided by the park, not quite strong enough, not to the vivid sensory equipment spliced into the raptor's muzzle. Even right now, this unassuming wanderer smelled more of panic than she'd ever detected before. It was time to take that up a notch.
Rising to her feet, Crash raised her head to the sky and let out a long, high pitched hiss, followed by what sounded like a stuttering hyena laugh. The call was quickly followed by a mass collection of the same, from various points some way off. Hoping to get the female to run even farther away from home and safety, the raptor followed her outburst with a swift leap from the bushes, nearly sliding over the cobblestone of the path, claws scraping over the hard stone as she came to a stop a few feet behind Sleek.
"Oh fucking -SHIT!" The call alone had nearly made Sleek leap out of her fur, stumbling forwards, her map falling out of her paw. But like hell was she going to stop and pick that up - not when a fully grown Raptor burst out of the undergrowth behind her, teeth bared, tail up and quilled mane bristling menacingly. Even though protocol was not to panic, Sleek found her boots were already thudding hard against the path as she launched into full sprint, not planning on sticking around anywhere near what was most likely one of - if not 'the' most dangerous animal in the park.
And some of the replies had sounded so close! There wasn't just one free and roaming, the whole pack must have dispersed out to scour their new surroundings. Heart pounding in her chest, every muscle starting to burn, the otter denied herself any thought of rest or pause, knowing that her life could fully well be on the line. She didn't even stop to glance behind her, really not wanting to know if the raptor had given chase, to end up looking over her shoulder only for teeth to meet her face. Sweat beaded on her brow and soaked her uniform as both terror and exertion gripped her body, sending her into a natural overdrive as each one threatened to keel her over there and then.
Trying to navigate by signposts alone, she often found herself missing turns, boots skidding against the stone of the path, sending her sliding and having to sometimes catch herself with her paws on the floor, before lurching forwards again. She couldn't bring herself to double back, even if it was taking her on a longer route - hoping that if she could just put as much distance between her and that raptor, she might survive the night.
That was looking unlikely, however. The scent of fear, anxiety and tiring muscles excited the raptor, keeping up with the frantic otter child's' play, but now the real fun was just starting. She flitted off of the path and into the undergrowth, disappearing from view but keeping right there close, hoping to lull the girl into a false sense of security. The dirt muffled her footfalls, ferns and branches obscuring her from view as the raptor eased closer and closer
She saw her grabbing the radio on her bouncing chest, tugging it off of its clip, the otter finally ready to admit she was screwed. Holding it to her mouth, voice cracking as she pressed the call button, "Uhh-" That was when Crash chose to pounce, blasting out of the undergrowth right towards her, taking full advantage of that momentary distraction.
Before Sleek could even speak, something heavy barreled into her side, slamming the otter down hard against the cobblestone path. The radio slipped from her grip and bounced away, a faint voice cutting through the static, trying to talk to her. It was abruptly silenced as the thin plastic was shattered under the scaled foot of a fully grown Raptor, black shards and bits of electronics scattering everywhere.
There was a moment as she looked up at it, and it looked down at her, menace and hunger in its glaring eyes. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she struggled desperately against the raptor as it pinned her down and gripped her hips, claws painfully prickling her skin and fur, feeling razor sharp as she tensed against them. Her screaming only ceased when those teeth raked her shoulder, sawing gently through the material of her shirt. The otter clamped her paw over her own open mouth and shutting her eyes, quaking in terror, 'It's been fed,' she assured herself, 'It's a female, j-just looking to play,' all the dinosaurs had been engineered female. It just wanted to play? Like a cat? The image of what a cat would do to the mice it caught burned into her mind, making her whimper fearfully. If she just lay still, didn't move and didn't cry out, maybe it would lose interest. As its hot body pressed against hers, it was all the poor girl could do to not wet herself with fear, curling up below it, shivering as all of her fur started to stand on end, puffing her uniform just a little, and squeaking each time its breath hissed against her face, or its teeth pressed to her fur and skin.
Crash was nothing a lone girl could handle by herself. Looking down at the sweet succulent neck of hers, she leaned down, and let out a long, pleasant growl into the otter's ear. Almost as if she was saying 'gotcha... ' Before calling loudly at the sky again - another, loud round of numerous animalistic laughs that echoed out through the greenery, shattering the silence again, before being hushed with Crash's snapping jaws. She leaned down one of her arms and grabbed hard into the otters hips, digging her claws into them, Making sure she didn't go anywhere just yet.
For a cold-blooded creature... Her body was radiating with heat, and gambol. She leaned down her head and made sure the female shivered with a long, heated lick across the back of her neck, and her ear. Nipping at her shoulder painfully as if she was playing with her food... Though... She was well fed. If there was one thing the park made sure of, it was that. She wanted to play, to be entertained, to make the most of the escape. Slowly, her claws started to drag down the otter's legs, seeking to cause pain and panic, to me her squeal and squirm.
The coarse, sturdy fabric of her shorts may have been enough to withstand the elements, but against the sharp keratin edges of the raptor's almost talon-like claws, the material may as well have been paper. Each thread split with a quiet twang, the shorts themselves making a sound similar to peeling velcro as claws designed to cut through thick hide surgically slit them downwards. The chilling sound came with a sharp pain, the tips pressing just had enough to rake her skin - not enough to drive deep, only leave slight red seams on the skin below her fur. Sleek barely even noticed the state her shorts were getting into, not until they shredded away in two clear halves, claws having split the belt and waistline and the raptor's smooth scales now pressing against her bare rear.
It was a lot for Crash to take in: The adrenaline of the hunt, the freedom of the open wild, no longer confined to her enclosure with the threat of electrocution and the looming eyes of her handlers. Her heart was leaping in her chest, a feeling of butterflies rippling between her ribs, quills on end and scales almost shivering with deep excitement. She'd never felt this way before, even on the simulated hunts run by the park, or fighting her sisters. She felt so - dominant. With a long shudder that twitched from her neck to her tail, Crash began to show a behaviour, a change not seen before in the animals. It was risky, of course, playing with genes and genetics as if they were just bricks and mortar - biology was a lot more complex than that. For instance, the snail DNA used to give her scales a shiny, smooth sheen was intrinsically linked to her being a her - or more precisely, being a bit more than a 'her'.
No, the slit on Crash's underside, while it could be probed and prodded, pushed inside to feel a deep female canal, it also held another, secret, piece of anatomy. Crash - and all of her pack, were hermaphrodites. And right now, she didn't fancy playing female anymore. On the tight slit on her underside, a few droplets of liquid arousal collected, forming rivulets and trails that ran across the tiny scales that wove together her softest parts. The seam bulged a little, before the lips slowly started to spread apart, revealing a soft, tanned inside behind a web of wet, musky mucus. A conical tip slipped its way outwards, throbbing as it felt air for the first time. Crash squeezed, in rhythm with her heart rate, adding inch after inch to the growing, hardening organ until the whole fat, tapered length poked its way past her own flesh - or should that now be - his own flesh.
Precum trickled in rivulets from the head, coating it in a glossy sheen that brought out the deep, red colouring, the cock so full and fat with the burning blood of arousal. It was eight inches of rigid and pulsating, predatory breeding meat, studded with firm ridges up its length and a thick pair of bulges that formed a hefty knot at the base. With this new tool came new behaviour and a new mindset. He began to hump, softly and carelessly at first, but as his newfound cock made contact against her rear, the oversensitive flesh brushing brought her soft fur, it spurred him on to seek more.
His body kept her tail pinned against her back, stopping it from swishing to either side with the strong arms that clutched her thighs and hip, keeping that rump in place. Agitated at his own unfulfilled arousal the raptor huffed angrily, and squeezed the scruff of her neck with his sharp teeth, just prickling her with the points. He made sure not to hurt his newfound female too much, only to press the fact on that she was going to be his bitch for the time being, much like with his own kin when they played and fought.
Sleek whimpered fearfully as a possessive growl rumbled in his throat, his strong head pushing her to face the ground, forcing her to arch her back and raise her hips, playing with her just as he forced the other raptors to submit, although this time she was unwittingly lining up her own slit against his formidable dick.
'It'll go-' Trying to reassure herself, the otter couldn't really block out her quivering sweating, or the frantic slamming in her ribcage as her heart threatened to give out. She tried to stifle her sobs, doing her best to play dead, the grip around her neck already making her whole body freeze and seize up. 'It- has nothing to want from me-' The park raptors were well fed and exercised, it was probably just caught up in the heat of freedom? It wouldn't really start to... To feed on her, would it? She'd seen those hunts, and the raptors were vicious - didn't even wait for their prey to be dead before starting to eat it.
It wasn't until she felt the the knot pushed against her warm mound, shaft rubbing up and down her belly as he sought to make contact, that Sleek even knew he'd got a cock, let alone what he wanted from her. Eyes going wide, it was as if her brain had stalled, shock putting a halt to everything while it worked out a few simple facts. A knot, a hard shaft and a hot, sticky cocktip, no doubt about that, pushed against her bare body. It was only now she realised just how deep her predicament had lead; this raptor was a -male-, and he'd got her held down in a submissive position, his equipment at solid full-mast.
The raptor knew he was close the sweet spot when his knot pressed up just a little, parting her lips, feeling how much softer and warmer it was on that bare skin. It took very little for him to pull his hips up, sliding his shaft back across her body. making sure she felt every inch of the rigid length as it slipped back until the head rested to her womanhood. There was a gentle, slick sound as he began to push past her vaginal lips, brushing her folds aside as he sought out wetness and depth. There was no way for her to cover or hide herself, no room to struggle or defence she could employ as he found what he sought - a tight circular hole at the bottom of her slit, just that little bit more moist, little bit hotter as he pushed the tip against her, a satisfied pulse rippling up his length as he, but still not penetrating, not yet any way. Right now he was curious as to why his mate was now screaming in such a shrill tone, why she feebly tugged and pulled as if there was some chance of escape, and why that little hole seemed to be trying to squeeze tight, pushing out that very tip of his cock as if trying to deny him entry.
If anything, it all seemed to just arouse him more, a gleeful spark in his eye and a growl in his throat as he pushed in against her vaginal constrictions, the sudden squeezing walls milking precum to guide his drilling. It was so nice and tight inside, already pressuring him to swell a little thicker, forcing her pussy to stretch like a rubber band around each of those inch-marker ridges, until his substantial knot pushed up against her. Adjusting his back legs, the raptor gave a satisfied snort, breath turning to hot little clouds in the cold air. She seemed less than satisfied, howling as his cock pierced through her, stretching open the narrow tunnel that had previously been exclusive to her first real boyfriend; that was a tight squeeze for him let alone the big, thick, genetically modified length of horny raptor.
Sleek was now shrieking as she clawed at the path, trying to struggle away, somehow dislodge herself from the hilted fuckstick, but only feeling his grip start to dig in harder her as she moved, adding further desperation, shock, and pain to her voice. With a rough squeeze, he dragged neck further down, fighting her arms until they buckled below her and her face hit the dirty stone path. Even finding her mouth filling with bits of twig and bark the girl persisted, crying and wailing even still.
She was helpless as he started to stretch out her tight pussy with a few firm thrusts, that little hole not designed for something so big, and barely having had any use of its own already, still very, very tight. Pounding her paws against the floor, she screamed again. It was humiliating, degrading as the raptor started to slowly rut away at her, claiming her warm otter pussy as his own. Each time he drove in, she could feel a hot, oily spurt seep against her cervix, lubricating his big cock, and allowing him to go even faster, "Help!" It was probably useless to call out, nobody in their right minds going to come to her aid, "H-HELP!"
Instead the only things her desperate cries attracted was the rest of the pack. First it was just one, slowly emerging from the bushes, keeping a safe distance ahead, just standing as starting as it watched the otter's violation, as if silently judging. Crash and the pack had been waiting all their lives for this - he was going to fuck her, fill her, let the size squeeze inside of her, bulge her walls with the pulsing life that reigned through his body every few good seconds. As he hilted another deep thrust, starting with another sloppy volley of rapid slams, another loud hiss of his enjoyment rattled through the forest, a few more peering eyes came into clear vision through the bushes. Watching with lust. It wasn't long before numerous raptors were stepping into view, scales rippling, teeth bared and bodies taut as the excitement got to them too. Sleek dropped her gaze as the rape became a show for a hungry audience, all eyes on her and Crash. The raptors gave anticipatory chirps and squawks as one by one, their own hormones shifted, the beasts eager to follow their alpha's lead. Long, hard tools came out sliding out of dripping slits, throbbing in the open air, each getting ready for a turn of their own
Crash gave her throat a squeeze that threatened to choke her, forcing her screams to turn to wheezing within raspy, crushed voice. She just went limp in his grip, terrified for her life as he gave an agitated rattle. His bitch successfully subdued, his loud hiss of enjoyment rattling through the park, he wasted no time getting into a faster rhythm, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward once more. Instinct told him what to do and pleasure urged him on, the feelings caused by finally getting a taste at a tight, fresh fuckhole making him salivate around her neck. Again, and again, her spurred forwards, not hesitating to pick up a fast, sloshing pace that rubbed her down against the floor as his hips pistoned down. Sleek could only whine out quietly, not wanting to further incur his wrath. Even when his claws drove a little deeper, causing some blood to trickle down her legs and down to the floor, she winced and grimaced, trying to keep her pain quiet and unassuming as the beast stated his sexual hunger with her body. He didn't stop for a second in his primal rhythm, only growing in speed and force as he gained confidence and stability, until each thrust causing a loud slap to emanate from the clashing of each of their hips. Each time he'd bottom out, his knot would press firm to her lips, fanning them apart like the petals of some glistening flower as he stretched her hole just a little wider and fueling a sharp spurt of pre to lubricate his efforts.
He began to growl as he felt his primal urges take over his entire body. His hips shoved harder and harder with each lusty intent. His length tearing into her with each breeding thrust. Each time the cock hilted all the way deep inside of her, another shot of pre that coated her insides, and made her situation even worse for her. Hot pants escaped his maw and beat against the heated neck and ears of the otter. Feeling his heart pump faster and faster, his thrusts gaining more and more speed to the point where it sounded like someone was clapping semi-slow to someone who had no idea what was going on. He felt his internal ball sack boil with love. His juices flowing through his many tubes and systems to safely travel to his cock. His knot threatening the punish the dunce of a female with hard heart pulses and shoves against her folds. A loud growl crawling from the throat of the raptor, whilst the other raptors inched closer and closer out of curiosity. Some shooting pre in the direction of the female, occasionally even hitting her with their powerful little shots. Only some of their body would come into view, Sleeks vision forced low by the crippling grip around her neck, while the cocks of all assortments and sizes were always there at eye level, tauntingly waving and spurting, telling her the intent of the entire pack.
"God n-no please, H-HELP!" She managed to scream again as the raptor ravaged her, filling her tight cunt with an absurd amount of sticky lubricant fluids, making her drip all over the dirt. Sticky, glistening strings dangling from her swollen lips as they were forced apart by his thick knot. Each time he'd yank it back out, a splatter and a shriek would some with it, his big dinosaur cock pushing her pussy to its limits. The force of his thrusting made her voice waver and shake, bouncing around in her chest in sync with her breasts. She'd managed to prop herself up a little, wincing as she felt the raptor dig his teeth deeper into her skin, growling against her. She heard movement, all around her, able to look up to see a hungry pack, their cocks dripping with anticipation. Precum squirted her, one shot hitting her eye, forcing her to close it. Weakly, she raised one paw, screaming again loud enough that it echoed around the island for miles.
Feeling the cock inside her throbbing, that familiar feeling, although amplified the way he stretched her wide, like a rubber band, around his cock, Sleek knew what was coming. A thick gush painted her insides, the otter going limp as the oily heat spread through her cunt, never seeming to end. Before long, it was bubbling from her cunt, spitting at the ground in high-pressure spurts and running down her thighs, coating her fur with pearly drool. "M-my," It was less pain, her pussy having reluctantly gotten used to his rough treatment, stretching to accommodate and his precum making the rape smooth and fluid. It was humiliation. "Not there," The otter sobbed, reaching a shaking paw back to grope her stuffed cunt, feeling the sticky mess cling to her fingers and run down her wrist and forearm, "N-not in there... N-not cum... M-my boyfriend," Had been the only one to do that. Now it was an animal breeding her like some bitch, making sure his cum sank deep into her womb. Although, whether or not it would take would be a mystery - the raptor already full of surprises.
As thick, hot, generous raptor cum sped through his tubes and out his tube, a near insane amount of cum filled her little tight cunt. His pulses being so hard that it lifted her up just a few inches each time. Through the ecstasy-like orgasm, he shoved forward as hard as he could. Successfully tying the knot within the slippery binds of her feminine insides. A milk jug wouldn't have been able to hold all of that stinking, thick, boiling spunk filled every inch of her tight pussy. The cum even completely covered her slit, leaving nothing but a big red knot and a frothy, oozing ring of pearly white raptor cum. Crash looked down on you and smiled. Letting his spunk fill her womb to the brim, while the rest of his dribbled down her legs. Wanting her to feel every degree of heat from the spunk, though, more so, wanting her to get used to it
The alpha was finally spent - although the same couldn't be said for the rest of his pack, circling around the pair, bodies taut and tense, claws tapping on the cobblestone floor. With a rough tug, he yanked knot, making the little otter scream as it nearly pulled her inside out. It took four more attempts before he was finally able to tear himself out, luckily leaving her unscathed, even if her pussy had been reduced to a large chasm filled to the brim with dinosaur cum, flowing out over her mound in a sticky drool.
Crash slowly stepped away, keeping his head high as he looked over the rest of his pack. They stood like racers at a line, tails straight, arms out before them, heads bobbing up and down as they eagerly awaited command.
As soon as the raptor moved away, Sleek made a frantic bid for freedom, lurching herself forwards, scrambling on her hands and knees as she tried to get to her feet and get running. But she was slow, tired and sore, even if her heart was thumping and adrenaline was coursing through her veins - she just simply wasn't good enough. Crash eyed her for a moment, watching his pack getting jittery as she managed five, ten, fifteen, twenty paces, before the Alpha chirped - As if he was saying, "Go."
It was like a starting pistol to the rest of his pack, the ground nearly shaking as they launched like missiles, crossing the distance from them to her in mere seconds. The winner barreled into Sleek, the otter screaming as it roughly leapt atop her, slamming the girl into the floor under his weight. Strong legs pinned her down, before a hard bite locked around her neck. Stepping off and jerking her up, he moved around behind her, wrapping his arm to clutch her waist and pressing one of his feet on her calves, toes closing around it to nearly drag the leg out straight. Her sore, gaping pussy was in prime position, and the raptor had been rock hard since he'd laid eyes on her. Enough time had been wasted. Stuffing himself inside, his overzealous bite choking her yowls, he ecstatically raped her for the whole of seven minutes, not even bothering to knot her as he spilled his seed. It was fast, hard, brutal and, when he finished, a flick of his neck discarded her to the others.
There was no pause to let her escape, this time, the third assailant quickly taking hold of her neck, adding to the array of cuts and bruises that were forming from teeth designed to be holding hard scale rather than soft succulent flesh. The taste of blood almost made him want to keep them sinking, make a meal of her, but he was horny and so were his pack-mates. And killing their bitch probably wouldn't go down well.
Too weak to try and fight, all Sleek could do was try and disalign her hips, although the mess they'd made of her once tight womanhood wasn't an easy target to miss. Even still, she was successful -He missed his thrust, stabbing his cock far too high, the tip pressing against the cheek of her ass, coating her dark, brown fur with a spurt of oily precum. Not to be put off, he clenched her neck harder, drool dripping over her as the taste of flesh made him salivate, and began a volley of rapid thrusts all over her rump, until he met her virgin tailhole. To think that she'd been screaming before, the noise she made now made it look like a whisper. She bawled and howled, struggled and screeched like a wild animal as he pushed into the tight hole rough and hard, eager to punish for her making it so difficult. His fat knot did all but wreck her virgin hole as he shuddered to a very satisfying climax, grinding his teeth against her skin as he let loose his thick spunk, enjoying the taste of dinner coupled with the heat of sex. The otter was lucky to keep her throat as he finished up. Getting out was hard, pressure from the rest of the pack high as they glared down at him, all eager for their own turn.
Impatient, one strutted around her front as he unclasped her neck, the pained and defeated otter slowly raising it. She wasn't expected to be met by this newcomers cock as he took hold of her waist, the two raptors seeming ready to have a contest for dominance with her body in the middle. Teeth bared, fire burned in eyes and cocks throbbed as masculine aggression coursed through their bodies. He did a mock lunge, one that just so happened to slam his cock into her lips. She yelped as her anal assailant jerked back to dodge it, roughly tugging at her insides and nearly splitting her in two. That yelp was all he needed to stuff into her mouth. The reward of a warm, wet hole quickly tamed the beast, winding down the chance of combat to a tense standoff as he began to fuck the bitch in front of his packmate, being extra rough to show off as much strength and domination as could be mustered, and not even considering for a second that this hole was for breathing. The scream she made as her ass was viciously dismounted was drowned by the meat facefucking her, spearing into her throat to get a taste of how it would squeeze and contract, fighting to take in breath around the cockmeat that stretched it.
Her asshole had been devastated, going from virgin to bucket in a space of five minutes, the cold night air rushing into its slight gape, quickly cooling the sticky web of cum that had been streaked deep through its depths. While it was an inviting target, the next male took his turn with her cunt, placing his arms as he'd seen the others had, digging into the soft fat on her hips as he slipped inside, the loosened hole offering nothing now in the way of resistance, forming a nice smooth sleeve around his rigid and tapered cock. The slopping was loud, the batter of two partners sloshing around as it was mixed by his pistoning fuckstick, splattering the ground and making fresh trails down her thighs while her front end gagged and choked, tears, drool and precum collecting to drip from her chin in sticky strands that danced and twirled as they alternated their skewering thrusts. Soon real cum added to her dribble, the raptor pressing his knot so hard to her mouth that the otter's jaw nearly dislocated around it. Her teeth went to bite, but before she could even amount pressure, he beat her to the punch, locking around the base of her tail as if threatening to slice it off. Frightened, Sleek froze, totally submissive as he gave a few final spurts before jerking it out of her mouth. Most of it had been pumped straight down her neck in a long, steady stream, forcing ripples and gulps as she picked swallow over drown, although he'd managed to drag a few spoonfuls of it over her tongue, forcing her to taste the bitter, meaty, musky flavour of his savage domination. If that wasn't a victory, he didn't know what was.
It was only the beginning. It wasn't long before her womb was once again subjected to another barrage, almost at siege as the sperm of a third male washed over her cervix in intense, concentrated waves. And the battle was hardly over - as soon as he was done, the meaty ram of his cock slid back and fresh one took its place, giving her the same usage before adding to the sticky onslaught.
The pack took short, brutal turns, each male moving forward, forcefully pinning her down to the ground with arms, teeth or legs, as they each had their way with any hole that took their fancy, most of them going straight for the filled up cunt of hers, recognizing the comforting scent of their alpha, while a fair few others went for her mouth, either to have their dicks stroked and cleaned by her choking throat or as a nice cockwarmer until they could take their chances on the breeding lottery her sloppy, bloated womb had become. As time went on, it became the less hung members that decided to ream her ass, devastated over-knotted cunt no longer enough to get them off.
Sleek was forced into shocked submission, not even trying to fight or escape anymore as each slab of meaty raptor cock; large, thick, thin, small, ridged or knotty, hard and soft, all had their way with her time and time again, draining more and more energy from her as they slammed her down into different positions time and time again. Her body itself wasn't even safe
Hours passed by as they each had their own way with her the exact way they wanted it. Over and over and over, the pack plundered her, used her, bred her, some going for a second, or third, or fourth helping until both ends of the unlucky otter were glazed and matted, and all three holes were sticky, gaping, over-knotted buckets that brimmed with steaming raptor cum, sloshing and spilled each time they took another raw plunging. Even her outsides weren't safe, some overzealous males hardly even able to keep their loads in amongst their sexual frenzy, the occasional outburst from an onlooker splurging over her back, or accidental pullout streaking her belly. One male didn't even put his cock in her mouth, but just rubbed it over her muzzle until it blew a sticky eruption that glazed over her forehead in thick ropes, running down her face and even sealing one eye shut as gravity eased it over her fur. Soon she looked like a streaky polka-dot painting of pearly globs, dripping and glistening on her fur.
Having made her a sex toy for the rest of his pack, Crash watched on, with a brutal smile, sure that this little game would definitely add to his status as Alpha - catching and providing a nice, fresh bitch, dominating her then casting her to the pack for their own fun. The strongest sperm would win and carry on the pack's line, although he was confident that head start was all he needed. Still, Sleek being their first breeding, a sign of reaching maturity, the pack had plenty of energy to give, alongside a gene that was supposedly placed to increase the potency of their male sexual drive - for future sperm harvesting projects.
She had been their only relief for three long, sexless years, and the sticky mess they left her in attested that fact greatly. But even these beasts had their limits. The time between matings grew longer and longer, until for a long time she wasn't being penetrated at all. The solitude didn't last through, the sound of footsteps on the cobblestone making the exhausted otter raise her head. "C-c-cum?" The delirious girl whined, a paw tenderly patting her gaping, soggy pussy while the other wiped at her glazed face, "R-raptors..."
"It's okay now, they're gone." A hand pressed onto her shoulder, gently taking hold of her. With a fearful whine, Sleek slumped back into a submissive position, splitting to give access to both her holes and opening her muzzle wide, poking her tongue far out. Even at the sound of another voice she still didn't seem to understand the rape had stopped. In only seven hours of continuous and brutal use, littered with, threats, bites and bouts of asphyxiation, the Otter had gone from a shining intern to little more than a living, breathing dinosaur cumbucket.
"Don't worry," Instead of another round - as she expected, the weary otter felt arms pushing under her own, lifting her up off of all fours. "You're safe now." It was two men hoisted her up from either side, laying her arms across their shoulders. Both wore padded black body armour devoid of any logo or sign. Automatic weapons were slung over their chests, along with a range of military-grade equipment.
Even though they were Park Security, coming to rescue her Sleek found herself instinctively just expecting sex now, her pussy and tailhole both relaxing. Several raptor loads worth of cum sloshed out of her as they pulled her upright - not having gotten off of all fours since the attack started. It ran out down her legs, adding to a large puddle that had been formed below her, a small spurt of cum falling from both of them as she expected penetrations that never came. Instead, she was dragged over to an open-topped 4x4, where two more men waited, one standing by the door, the other gripping what looked like a machine-gun that swivelled on the roof. Four more males, the anxiety was almost killing her, why weren't they doing anything?!
"P-please fuck me," She whined, giving a weak struggle, "I-I'm scared." It was all too tense for her, Sleek feeling so vulnerable not knowing what their intentions were. At least when she had a cock inside her she was safe, she wouldn't be eaten.
Eventually, they managed to drag the the miserable cum pump that was Sleek to some kind of stability on her feet. Guiding her stumbling movement, she was waded over to the jeep. One of the men, taller, thinner than the rest, opened the back of the door and gently ushered her into the warm seat, even as she started to kick and struggle, yowling something about not wanting to be eaten. As soon as there was a moment with all her limbs tucked inside, the door was slammed and she was left alone. The glass was thick, and all around, even between the back and front seats. She was protected, surely, but she didn't feel any safer than she was outside.
Her abused pussy ached for flesh, and without any sort of invasion of her battered body, it drove her mad. If she didn't get fucked, she was going to be killed. She was going to die. Sleek needed to show them she was sexy, fuckable, a good slut. The cushions below gave way to her rather light weight as she sprawled out over them, putting one foot on the floor and raising the other up to the ceiling. The material below her was comforting her thighs and buttocks but it didn't pull her mind away from the burning sensation between her legs.
Letting her hands slowly snake down between her thighs, she began to try and alleviate the burning, needy itch that was buried deep into her walls with her fingers alone. It felt like there was flaming heat pooling out of the pink flesh, causing her to bite down on her lip in need, especially as her fur and skin began to get even stickier as she forced more cum from her bucketed pussy, splattering it all over the seat.
Her eyes darted all around the car, looking for danger, looking to see if she could be seen, that her display was good and no teeth were being bared, no maws wrenching open to start taking bites. Glimpsing out the window, she saw him: Crash, the pack leader. Nobody else did. Nobody saw the lone raptor, looking out of the undergrowth as if he'd returned for another use. Connecting a haunting, predatory gaze between the hunter and the prey, his head turned, maw and teeth almost pulled into a frightening, hungry smirk. His eye closed, just for a moment, as if letting out a wink toward the female - assuring her beyond doubt that this was surely not the end. Not even close.
In the front of the jeep, Honorary Sergeant Anders fiddled with the radio, getting static for a few moments before it started to clear. Turning the ignition with one paw, the engine sputtering to life, he used the other to hit the call button. "We've secured her, she's alive. It's a miracle, over." There was a moment's pause, enough for him to get the vehicle rolling down the path and onto the car track. This one was petrol, rather than running on the rails like the tour vehicles, making a deep throaty roar as he gunned the engine, eager to get away from this God forsaken place. "Confirmed, Victor T4, take her straight to the East bunker. There's a helicopter waiting." The voice from the radio paused for a moment, before someone else started speaking. It was a curt, stern female voice, obviously not security - probably one of those business types from corporate. "Ensure no harm comes to the subject. Her womb is now the most valuable thing on this island, and it is imperative-" God, that word seemed to ring sharp as a razor blade, she put so much emphasis on it, "She is acquired for further lab tests."
Anders shrugged, rolling his eyes a little. Being talked down to wasn't on his list of favorite things, but he did what he was paid to do. "Yes Ma'am." He replied, in his most inoffensive tone, before looking in his rear view mirror. The otter could be heard, whining and wailing through the toughened glass, shuddering as she brought herself to a messy, dripping orgasm. The poor girl. She'd been totally cooked in the head. And where she was going... Well, what what was most likely going to happen to her now would be hardly legal and most likely on the high scale of unethical.
But, like he said. He just did what he was paid to do.
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Trapped In The Doggy Door, A Late Finish, or my first story, Violet Gets Violated, for similar themes!