BY
MICHAEL COLLINS
Title:
Hard Core Flocking
Author: Michael Collins
Category:
Herbivorophilia / Gallimimus
Clusterfuck
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Doctor
Alan Grant was tired. Very tired. He did, however, have good reason
to feel as if all his muscles were on the verge of atrophy - he had
had absolutely no sleep since his arrival at Isla Nublar, home of
InGen's enterprising attempt to clone dinosaurs from long-lost DNA
found in the veins of amber-encased mosquitoes, and he'd been on the
run for hours. Something had gone very wrong, the power had been
lost, and he had spent all the hours of the night fleeing from the
scene of a tyrannosaur attack with no one but a couple of damn kids
to keep him company.
The image of that T-Rex, snarling at him,
smashing it's gargantuan tail against the side of his jeep and
bellowing with all the fury of hell contained had kept him awake all
night.
He had never *been* so turned on!
A few hours
ago the boiling hot sun had risen over the post-hurricane wilderness
of Isla Nublar, and Grant and the kids had tentatively set off
towards the grassy plains at the centre of the island. It was their
aim to get back to the main complex, with some vague hope that they
would be safe there. Of course, the only real safety that was on
Grant's mind was that safety provided by a layer of rubber, but he
knew better than to voice this particular thought to the children. He
may have become a palaeontologist purely to rub himself against
Triceratopsian collar bones, but he was no pervert damnit!
As
they approached the grassy lowlands, Grant could see some hazy shapes
moving about in the distance, partially obscured by the shimmering
heat but still just about recognisable. "Tim!" he called
out to one of the children, a young boy of about eight or so. The
child looked at him questioningly as Grant pointed into the distance.
"Tell me what you see there".
"Er,
Galli.....Gallimimus!" Tim replied after a little bit of
thought, remembering the illustrations in Grant's dinosaur book. Of
course these ones weren't wearing suspenders and split-crotch
panties, but they were still recognisable from the distinctive
ostrich-like gait from which they got their name. Grant beamed at
him. "That's right!" he declared. "Now why don't you
kids run off and find a log to hide under or something - I think I
hear the T-Rex coming for us!"
As the children ran across
the plains and into the jungle, screaming for their lives, Grant
chuckled to himself. At last he was alone! He had literally been
aching to relieve himself of his pent up sexual frustration for hours
now, and it had almost been too much to bear! He slowly raised his
trembling hands to his mouth, cupped them, and issued a cry that
perfectly mimicked those of the gallmimus herd in the distance. For
some reason, he was very good at making dinosaur sounds with his
cupped hands, a skill he had no doubt picked up at palaeontology
school. The herd swerved mid-run and began to gallop towards him.
Grant couldn't help but notice the way their lithe, muscular legs
moved as they covered the distance, and the way their tails undulated
a little to assist with balance.
"Dear GOD they're
beautiful!" he moaned aloud. Then, not wanting to be caught
unprepared, he unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down, and kicked
them off. His briefs were disposed of in the same way, and by the
time the herd got close to him he was buck naked and standing to
"full attention" in the middle of the open grassland. He
mimicked their call again, and in unison each member of the herd
slowed down and began to flock around him in a manner reminiscent of
hungry pigeons in a city plaza. They were close, Grant noticed,
though they kept back a couple of feet for posterity. Nonetheless, as
he approached the nearest gallimimus none of them tried to run. He
ran his eyes along the creature's body and was delighted to see that
it was indeed female! "Hammond, you sonofabitch!" he cried,
"You made these things female for a *reason* didn't
you?".
Unbeknownst to Grant, John Hammond was watching
the whole thing via CCTV in his private chamber. Not *all* the power
was gone...
The gallimimus snorted gently as Grant took in her
glistening auburn scales, smooth, powerful thighs and docile,
cow-like eyes. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful
specimens he had seen so far, although in fairness most of the
specimens he had seen prior to this had basically just been bones.
Suddenly an idea struck him, and grinning wickedly he bent down and
gathered up some grass. As the herd stared in baffled herbivore
bemusement, he began to wrap the grass around his throbbing, rod-hard
member whereupon he tied it in place with a small piece of twine he
happened to have on him. Slowly, he approached the gallimimus female
and waved his now leafy genitals in her face.
The creature
leaned forward and sniffed. Before long, she was licking and nibbling
away at the grass coating until she finally found the creamy pink
filling. "Don't stop there!" Grant panted, and was
delighted to see that she didn't! His cock smelling of grass as it
now did, she was only too happy to keep licking his stiff penis with
her long, purple tongue. He groaned as he could feel the pressure
welling up in his balls, and gently began to tease her vagina.
Unknown to Grant, this immediately caused her to release dinosaur sex
pheromones! She shuddered in pleasure as the rest of the herd became
visibly agitated and began to move in closer. Sadly, Grant was too
preoccupied to notice this sudden change in the group's
behaviour...
All of a sudden the entire herd of gallimimuses
leaped ten feet or so in the air and came crashing down on top of the
two. Within seconds, a long, prehensile gallimimus member was thrust
between his exposed buttocks! As he opened his mouth to scream, it
too was filled in similar fashion by another male of the herd. The
whole group was now a writhing, sweaty mass of scaly skin and semen!
Grant struggled hard to breathe as every orifice in his body was
invaded, and red hot flashes of searing pain streaked across his
consciousness. And yet, these flashes were punctuated with extreme
pleasure! He finally understood why these things stayed in groups! It
wasn't about safety in numbers - it was about being a part of some
giant, orgasmic organism! He was no longer Dr. Alan Grant:
Palaeontologist, he was Dr. Alan Grant: Keystone of a Massive
Dinosaur Fuckfest! He would have had the hardest ejaculation of his
life, if that hole wasn't currently filled with Gallimimus as well.
The rest of the herd, however, came harder than Grant had ever seen
anything come before, and all of them at the same time too!
As
the herd slowly clambered off each other and withdrew from him, Grant
tried painfully to get to his feet. In the distance, a tyrannosaur
could be heard bellowing with triumph, as if it had just found a
couple of small humans or something hiding under a log. Grant no
longer cared - he had a new life now. He was going to follow the herd
and experience this again, whether or not it killed him!
It
probably would, he decided, as he hobbled behind the herd who had
gone looking for water to replace lost fluids, but at least he would
die with a smile on his face...