No CGI: The Sparring 2
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
They meet.
No CGI: The Sparring 2
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{They meet.}
Charles had been squaring off with two males for several minutes. He didn't know their names, and he hadn't met them before, and he did not betray how intimidated he felt. This is what he and J had been practicing for.
The human occasionally cut the air and imitated a hiss. The tan-colored raptor opposite him flared his claws and returned the gesture. He wasn't as bulky as R, but seeing his muscles in motion would be enough to make anyone panic. No wonder humans simply refused to see the dinosaurs among them. No wonder most people simply chose to see something else. The illusion was preferable to this alien creature stalking him, slit dripping, claws chopping the air, animal noises coming from him as he danced in the collective scent of heat.
Charles noticed a change in direction.
Sure enough the male lunged and slashed across. Charles leaped backwards but not in time to avoid contact entirely. Three claws raked him from shoulder to stomach. His dick was instantly wet with blood.
The mood in the clearing changed. Voices became louder. Dinosaurs began closing the distance, becoming bolder.
Charles kept dancing. When the tan raptor lunged again, Charles pivoted and slashed. One slice across the shoulder. Tit for tat.
Raptor blood mixed with the heat scent. Charles took it in.
A white-scaled raptor body-slammed the tan raptor out of the way and squared off with Charles. As he circled the human, fanning his claws, his dick slipped out.
Elsewhere in the clearing, four raptors moved in at the same time and were slashing one another. Most of the strikes didn't draw blood, but one of them did, and the smell filled the clearing.
The males were moving faster. They were getting louder. Their posturing was becoming more exaggerated. Charles felt it, too, and he only had a moment to realize he was in the middle of this, not an intruder, but a participant.
*
A few of the females watching through the underbrush were licking one another. T had already licked a few to climax, just being in the presence of this clamor and the sound of males fighting.
The sounds. The smells. The motion. All of it came together into an experience unlike anything else. Not merely sex, but identity. Humans forced dinosaurs to live the way primates did. This was how dinosaurs wanted to live.
Someone slid up behind T and began licking her slit. She spread her legs and raised her tail higher. She didn't know who was interested in her heat, and it hardly mattered. This was a time to let the atmosphere take you places.
She couldn't see J, but she did make out Q-S sparring with Charles.
To T's surprise, Charles was not the center of attention. He had become one of the combatants. It was amazing to see. He was holding his own with his knives, despite claw marks covering him and blood flying off his skin every time he made a sudden movement. Other males were discreetly catching that scent. Charles was also breathing the knives after every strike.
J had taught him well.
T felt two muzzles licking her now. He legs wobbled. It was so easy to finish with all of this going on.
*
E is feeling R's shoulders. His hand wanders up his rippling neck. He can't feel R's underside in this position, as he is lying on his belly, but that would come soon enough.
Usually he would have rolled over and E would have his entire body to himself, in public, just the way he liked it, but for the first time ever, R is actually watching the events.
E also takes a few glances and momentarily pauses to observe the blood-covered human hopping about, taking more hits than inflicting but showing good agility.
Charles moves in and pivots, scoring a hit on Q-S, a clean slice across the thigh, and then dodges the counter-attack. He almost bumps into another raptor circling someone else but stops just short and circles.
E realizes he hasn't groped his brother's hard body in several minutes.
R turns and nuzzles him. E licks his snout, his tongue discreetly taking in the hormones around him. Hormones that make E's slit drip profusely. He would be in there licking all of that juice up if he could.
Dripping slits.
All this muscle in motion.
Males deliberately showing their muscles in action.
E licks his lips.
His muscular brother rolls to his side, raising his leg, revealing the web of lube between his bulging thighs. E noses it, covering his snout in it. This atmosphere makes it even better.
*
Your knees are knocking as you worry about bumping into someone, but the raptors tend to organize themselves in predictable ways, and you can tell where the outer edge of their circling is and where it is safe to stand.
You kneel, catching two raptors from a low angle. One of them crouches in front of you and holds still for a moment. His slit is making strings of pre in front of the camera. You are certain he is posing for you. That's when you recognize his red scales. J leaps away and slashes the other raptor on the snout. The other raptor smacks him a few times, and J returns the strikes. They don't do much damage, and only J comes away with a new wound.
He screeches at the other male. The white-scaled raptor screeches in reply, kicking his feet backwards, sending dirt flying.
J has backed up into your camera view again. His slit is dripping faster, and his dick is peeking. He is close enough for you to reach out and touch it. You are tempted.
The two males separate, and somehow without any gaps they have found new opponents to circle. You decide to follow J. The red-scaled raptor looks good in this light, especially with the stark shadows highlighting his muscles. Even the lean raptors look intimidating, and you wonder if R will join in for a few rounds so you can see what he looks like in motion.
J is circling another male who has pink and green stripes covering his black scales. They posture. They show their underbellies and their dripping slits, presenting their virility. The display is making _you hard, even as the sounds around you make you feel like you're in the middle of a cockfight.
Another male joins them, and they collide, slashing and shrieking. When they separate, they take stock of one another, presenting their flanks and thighs and showing their muscles in motion.
The other two find other opponents. You have no idea how anyone decides who to spar with. It seems to be a river carrying everyone this way and that.
But then J does something that catches you by surprise: he changes direction and heads straight for the only human combatant. This is not part of the usual flow of the sparring. J made a deliberate decision.
The human isn't alone; Charles is engaged with two other raptors, posturing and shouting with them. Charles has a few new wounds, but he is still up and hopping, and his knives have blood on them.
J bumps one of the challengers out of the way. The other male screeches in reply but instantly finds a new opponent and starts posturing to him instead.
Just like that, J has engaged Charles.
The second person circling him has backed away on his own and is searching for a new person to demonstrate his prowess to. The sight of his posturing draws attention, and someone else begins to posture in reply.
Peacocks with claws. You smirk.
You zoom in on Charles. His wounds. His erection.
You pan to J. His flowing wounds. The strings between his legs.
J fans his claws and rises up, showing off his chest and stomach. Charles spreads his arms, showing his muscles in motion. They circle. You hear rustling from the underbrush.
*
R always liked his scent covering E. He often wondered why they kept returning from Hollywood. What was stopping them from hiding in the mountains and living in a cave? No humans forcing them to live apart. Just him and his brother. Marking him every day. E marking R in his own way. Making E happy made R so happy.
Helping him get over his fear of thunder... Getting bigger for him... Being public in their affection... If he could protect him from losing that childlike innocence, he would.
That's right, E. Feel these abs. Squeeze my pecs. Admire how rigid they are. Appreciate each ripple on my thighs. They are yours. Take in that scent. I feel it, too. The one time of year when other males feel the same things we do.
*
T had just finished tasting A-V's heat when she poked her head through the weeds. She felt an herbivore tongue on her slit as she observed the rivals.
*
J had given the cameras enough gratuitous shots of his slit. It was the only time of year when he actually wanted to show off.
He wasted no time. He lunged and slashed. The human hopped backwards and returned the strike. J felt a sting across his shoulder.
Good one.
J presented his flank and flexed his thighs.
Charles discreetly sniffed the knife and crouched. Nice pose. Just the way J taught him: showing the legs in motion. Dinosaurs loved seeing that.
The red-scaled raptor closed the distance. The human was covered in raised lines, several of them bleeding. For a moment, the human looked like he had a scale pattern.
An opportunity. J jumped into it, smacking the human across the cheek. Blood flew so abundantly it followed J as he retreated, landing at his feet.
Charles fell from that hit, dropping both knives. He knelt in the clearing and panted a few times, looking up. J raised his hand to his snout and scented it, wiggling his fingers.
The human rose to his feet and continued circling. Weaponless for an entire orbit, he waited until he came across one of his knives before bending down to pick it up, trying to make it look like an act of posturing instead of retrieving his only means of offense.
One knife. The other had landed somewhere else. J noticed Professional Comma holding a camera, tapping the ground with his foot, signaling where the other knife had fallen.
If Charles noticed, he didn't show it, instead brandishing just one machete.
Another raptor jumped in. Charles met him. So did J. The three slashed a few times and then separated, showing themselves off.
Charles had two new bleeding wounds across his back and stomach. J had a new one. The intruder had managed to escape the scuffle without a mark, and now someone new had drawn his attention.
Charles sniffed the blade again.
J scented his claws. J listed, stumbling once as his dick slid all the way out and the juice webbed his thighs together.
Charles was panting. Slowing down. He sniffed the knife again.
J licked his claws.
Charles licked the blade, fighting stance sinking.
J sucked one of his claws. His attack stance fell.
He didn't know when it happened, but he and Charles were face to face now.
Charles was inhaling the wound on J's chest. The raptor was scenting the human's bleeding cheek.
Charles reached down and felt J's throbbing erection. J returned the gesture.
The wounds were slowing down.
It wasn't time.
J reached around the human's back and gouged him. The human hissed and ran the knife over J's shoulder.
They held one another, scenting the fresh wounds.
The rarest scent.
Too soon to let it fade.
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