No CGI: False Clutch 2
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
Laying is the fun part. Now she must defend her clutch.
No CGI: False Clutch 2
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{Laying is the fun part. Now she must defend her clutch.}
You can’t decide if this looks incredibly painful, or if you should be jealous of T.
Huffing. Screeching. Whining. Hips shaking. Hands clenching both of her lovers, her vibrations traveling to them. They were rock hard and dripping, even the human; you capture the boners on camera and all of the fluids flowing from them.
One of the professional cameramen is filming shots of eggs coming out. He seems disturbed by what he is seeing, but X paid him enough to ignore it. You make a mental note to ask how he got cash.
Another egg is coming. You frame their faces as T seems to lose control of her body while it shakes. You can smell the joy in the air. Most humans wouldn’t catch the scent, but you know what it means. T is in heaven right now, and you capture her face as the next egg emerges.
Dinosaurs don’t show much emotion in facial expressions, but the look on T’s face right now is universal.
*
Another egg emerged. X was looking through the viewer of Camera A, as he intended to name him in the credits. It was a good angle, and given there was no time to prepare, this recruit was doing an admirable job.
X told him to stay on egg-shots, and then he ran to camera B. His viewer showed long shots of the trio holding hands. Perfect, even if camera C got in the way, they could edit around that.
X ran to Comma and told him to keep doing what he’s doing, capturing close-ups of faces and dicks, but stay out of the way of camera A.
With clear instructions, X waited on the sidelines, watching R and E contain the crowd.
X had an idea. He eyed the T-rexes.
*
Another egg. T’s entire body shuddered. Already she wanted both of them to give her another clutch. Nothing compared to the act of laying. Evolution rewarding the female body for reproduction—humans were punished for it in the form of labor pains, but for dinosaurs it was reason to have a clutch as often as possible.
X was directing.
Film cameras captured her from a distance, and each egg as it came out.
Comma ran the tape camera, capturing everything else.
C shuddered with her.
J blew a load in empathy as this egg emerged.
The yellow raptor noticed and grasped J’s cock with his free hand. They kissed. It had become their default act when confronting feelings of jealousy. T had taught them well.
She pivoted slightly as the next egg moved through her.
It stretched her.
Evolution rewarded her with intense pride. She shuddered.
C blew a load now.
J stroked C’s length and then brought it up to his snout.
T knew what he wanted. There would be no other opportunity. She leaned close between them.
“[P]i.”
C kept a knife nearby at all times now, with Y still around. He bent down and picked it up.
J made a small slice down C’s flank.
C replied by running his knife down J’s.
They both took in the blood as T shuddered and the egg slid free.
Both males finished again. They kissed as they climaxed, and T nuzzled them, clasping their hands tighter as she moved to the side and prepared for another.
*
You are getting close shots of their lines. Surface wounds—they’ll heal in no time, but they bleed a lot.
X just told you to be ready to capture some sparring moments. You want to ask what he means, but he clearly wants this footage to be out of control, so you back away from the action as T gasps and shudders, leaning on both of her mates while the next egg works its way down.
Four of them so far. You wonder how many more are coming.
From the way T is holding J and C, and the way she is gasping, you would have sworn someone was giving her the pounding of her life. Her entire body seems to be involved in this, and somehow both J and Charles share the sensation. You are glad you backed away so you could capture all three of their faces as they bodies unite.
Egg number five.
You glance to the sides and notice the film crew, including all the dinosaurs, have moved farther back. You don’t see X anywhere.
The T-rexes (painted brown for Jurassic Park 2) seem to be stalking closer.
On the other side, four of the raptors are also moving in. The way the set is lit, they seem to be emerging from the shadows.
T is straightening up, but her legs give out and she sits on the floor, both of her mates following her down. She is panting, licking Charles on the cheek and J on the muzzle.
Hissing.
Warbling.
You turn. The T-rexes are stalking toward them, claws fanned, mouths agape.
The four raptors are also approaching, killing claws raised, licking their lips.
*
C had never cum so hard he couldn’t stand. Leaning on J and holding T’s hand were the only things that held him up.
J was also hard, a large puddle of lube and cum underneath him. C checked his own puddle. His own body amazed him. He never knew he was capable of such things.
Another egg was coming. The waves that moved through T moved into C, making his hips tingle and his cock pulse.
C felt taller. Stronger. _Potent_. He had made this happen. These were his eggs. He felt like a god.
J made a thin, gentle cut down C’s shoulder. C responded with a light kiss as his legs tingled, and he ran the knife across J’s forearm, the only thing he could reach with his free hand.
J’s blood... His scent was amazing while sparring, but this—
Peak masculine scent. J felt it, too. Potent and godlike for being responsible for creating these eggs.
Blood mixed with lube and semen. Blood mixed with the scent of a raptor bringing forth the next generation.
C finished again. It seemed to push J higher, for he finished as well. He moved hip to hip with C and made their dicks kiss. C moved in and kissed him on the lips. T nuzzled both of them as the egg moved through her.
Sex had nothing on this.
Sparring was prelude.
This was the body rewarding an entire species for reproduction.
Another egg emerged. T climaxed so intensely she couldn’t stand and lowered herself to a sitting position beside the last egg. She drew her mates close and held them as her body released her from this effort. She panted. The orgasm had lasted half an hour, one climax after another, and J and C had shared them with her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
C could have blown a load just from hearing that. His cock tried, but he was running on fumes. Glancing at J revealed he was just as spent.
T released their hands and lowered herself to her side, nosing one of the eggs she had just lain.
J and C approached the clutch. The eggs were white with black speckles. J circled them, sniffing each in turn. C felt drawn to them as well. They smelled like T.
C heard footsteps approaching, and he observed a change in the lighting.
Two T-rexes were approaching, both painted grey and brown.
Four raptors, three females, one male, all painted in browns and reds.
C crouched on his toes, holding the knife up.
J circled around and crouched beside C, claws fanned.
The approaching dinosaurs returned the gesture as they stalked.
J postured at them, showing off his leg muscles.
C copied the gesture, passing the knife from one hand to the other.
The raptors hissed and began to split up and circle. The T-rexes stayed together and took the direct approach. They closed in as a single entity.
“Those eggs s[m]ell tasty,” said the female on the left.
Swelled up with pride and rage, C charged them and slashed across, catching the speaker across the chest. She stepped away, roaring, towering over C.
He heard J behind him, occupied keeping the raptors away.
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