No CGI: False Clutch 3
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
Fighting to protect one's eggs. Such a rare thing to do, so dinosaurs are eager to capture it on film. Luckily, the crew of Jurassic Park 2 is happy to help.
No CGI: False Clutch 3
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{Fighting to protect one's eggs. Such a rare thing to do, so dinosaurs are eager to capture it on film. Lucikly, the crew of Jurassic Park 2 is happy to help.}
T had found new strength when she saw the raptors closing in around her. She rose and crouched, legs shaking, a string of mucus still connecting her to the last egg she laid. The females were all speaking at once, in their native language.
[I won’t let the pack smell like you!]
[It should be me!]
[I’ll eat them before I let your scent dominate the pack!]
And so on and so on. They lit a fire underneath T. Her eggs would be the next generation. She wouldn’t let anyone take that away from her.
She screeched and slashed at one of them. The female let T catch her on the snout.
They were getting something out of this, too. Oh yes.
The one she struck moved back and squared off.
J floated between them, squaring off with the male raptor, who was more or less chanting the same thing as the females in their own language.
T just now noticed two more cameramen had joined them. X had convinced half the crew of Jurassic Park 2 to capture this moment on film.
One of the females had moved in, but instead of slashing, she went for the neck. T felt teeth wrap around her spine. T bucked and slashed, catching her rival between the legs.
T slid out of her grip and stood guard, claws fanned and mouth open.
*
J and this other male had slashed one another so many times the paint ran off them along with their blood. Both were rock hard, waving their cocks around, showing off the many bleeding wounds on their chests and stomachs that dripped over their slits.
They were both posturing for the cameras.
Especially Comma, the only person running a handheld and getting up close to all of this. J never had to worry about bumping into him.
They were so covered in blood the sparring had degenerated into posing and showing off their bleeding wounds, making a big deal about scenting the claws that had inflicted those wounds on the other.
Bloodplay in public. Something J had always wanted to do. He was so tired of hiding it. So tired of pretending it’s shameful—
_The eggs._
J just realized what was happening, and he turned to see T facing the other three raptors alone, about to be overtaken. He looked at the other male, who was huffing and calling in sinister laughter like a cartoon villain.
J joined T in fending off the females. She seemed genuinely taken aback at the extent of his wounds. The two of them slashed and bit the three females to a safe distance, and then hopped the nest and faced the blood-covered male together.
Together they drove him back, and he crouched at a safe distance, licking himself and rubbing his cock as he scented his claws.
They turned and found C, curling their necks in surprise.
*
C felt claws on his tail and flipped around, slashing to the side.
The t-rex failed to get out of the way, and the knife rang against his snout. Blood flew.
The other T-rex rammed him from the side, sending C down. A foot twice the size of his stepped on his stomach and held him while a muzzle bent over him and went for the neck.
C thrashed, cutting anything he could, but against a dinosaur thrice his size, he was outmatched, especially two of them.
Both males, he noted. Their dicks peeked from their slits.
C was also hard. He was unsure why.
This T-rex was clearly unaffected by C’s knife, but the rex winced anyway and backed off. His partner rolled in, trying to jump on him. C rolled away just in time and stood up in front of the nest, holding his knife at ready.
Both dinosaurs checked with one another, and then they charged, dicks slipping out.
Charles’ first instinct was to glide on his hands and slash at their cocks, but just as he was about to, he noticed Comma running, holding the camera to capture the sight of T-rex dicks bouncing.
This wasn’t real.
They were merely scratching itches, posing for cameras. In the wild these urges would have been deadly fights for survival.
Now they channeled them into sex, and he knew what they were pushing him to do.
It would look so good.
C dropped the knife and met the charging T-rexes on his knees. As if planned for hours by a choreographer, one T-rex dick slipped into his right hand. Another slipped into his left.
Rexes were twice as thick as a raptor.
“For my eggs,” Charles said, and then he rubbed them.
Both rexes made exaggerated moans.
Comma moved in close.
Two film cameras also moved in. Charles noted the overhead lighting also intensified.
T-rexes had huge, spongy ridges on their cocks. C teased them, and the rexes swooned.
Charles whacked both of them at once, reacting to their thrusting. He’d handled J’s cock often enough, but this was different. This was for his eggs. For their survival. Appeasing these predators would be worth it.
In no time, they busted their loads, covering Charles in t-rex spunk.
Now appeased, the t-rexes backed away, and so did C, grabbing his knife and standing guard before his eggs. T and J joined him.
All went silent for several seconds, and then two humans broke through the shadowed crowd. Charles recognized the agents that trailed T everywhere she went.
At first C stood guard, but J pushed his arm down, and just in time, as the agents drew their firearms. J pulled Charles back, and they made room for the uniforms.
The agents crossed the set in a straight line, cocking their pistols. They stopped at the clutch.
Each emptied a clip into the eggs, and then they pulled new clips from their outer coats and emptied another clip into them. Yolk and albumin mixed with the blood and semen on the floor.
They ejected their clips and slipped them into their pockets. One produced a form and a pen. T, J, and C signed it, and then the agents crossed the set again. Moments later, the sound of a side door opening and closing could be heard.
*
“Cut!” X shouted. “That was [b]eautiful!”
X ran to each cameraman and handed them cash, and then took the film reels. R and E and Comma collected them as he went and deposited them with his bag.
He came around to Camera A. After handing over the reels, he remarked, “That was fucked up.”
X tried to imitate a human grin. “You’re just jealous our fe[m]ales cu[m] when they give [b]irth.”
Camera A laughed. “Ya got me there. Watched my wife give birth to our daughter. Scared the hell out of me. Had her tubes tied and outright told me she’d never do that again. Whatever you people have, it looks better.”
X bobbed from the neck and ran off to his bag.
Seven reels of film. Two tapes. Better than he had hoped. He turned. Comma was on his back, doing touchups on the dinosaurs who had participated. Blood and lube had destroyed his handiwork, but he didn’t mind remaking it, and dinosaurs liked watching him at work. Da Vinci himself could not have attracted a greater audience.
The other dinosaurs were helping the performers clean off after that.
Spielberg was wandering the set, applauding. Soon everyone on set was clapping and cheering. X wondered how much he had seen. Spielberg was telling J and the rival raptor not to cover those wounds; the makeup team would enhance them for the cameras.
T bumped X on the hips and stood beside him.
[That was a wonderful idea] she said. [Made a once-in-a-lifetime experience even better.]
X bumped noses with her. [Thanks for letting me film it.]
[I want another clutch already.] She purred. [I just want to lay eggs every day. Fuck going to work.]
[I’m jealous of what you have with X and C.]
[What? I’ve been jealous of your group. Now I have my own. Two husbands. Maybe they’ll give me eggs every heat. All I have to do is keep pushing them to cut one another. That’s a method I can sell to other dinosaurs.]
[Start a movement.]
[How to break through your state-required pills. I’ll be rich. Speaking of that, how much did you have to spend on the cameramen and film?]
X sighed. [Probably more than I will ever make back from this, but shit it’ll be worth it. Egg-laying on film. Nobody else has this.]
She licked his snout. [It was worth it for me, too. Not only did I get to lay, I got to feel what it’s like to protect my clutch, and watch my husbands fight for me and their eggs.]
The whistle blew. Time for another take. X bobbed from the waist. [You have a great group, T. I think C will do well as a dinosaur. I forgot he isn’t one.]
He crossed the set and looked for his mark.
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