GLEN PICKARD

Unrequited Promise

The Brontosaurus arched it’s huge head back, clamping a thick nest of greenery between it’s flat jaws and munched it’s slow, sexy, jurassic munch. 80 odd feet below, Dr Alan Grant was astonded at what he was seeing. The fact that it was a real, live dinosaur was a heck of a start, but Alan was well past simple awe. That stage had ended after Malcolm had asked Hammond how he had achieved these beings, and as the group drove off, Grant had jabbered vague assurances to Ellie that he would catch up with them. But things were different now. Now he was in love.

Gazing up at the several tons of greyish green flesh in front of him, every fibre of Grant’s being ached with affection for this dinosaur. This was a sensation the likes of which he’d never known, a palpable energy surging through his every pore, and he was overwhelmed by it. This was beyond a simple crush, Alan felt that he belonged with this creature, and furthermore, that this creature felt the same way. Transfixed at what was before him, Alan fell to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks, gaspingly happy. The brontosaurus, still chewing it’s leafy lunch, turned it’s long, thick, neck back and looked at Alan.

“Crikey, what a shaft” Alan thought. Rising from his knees and in his shorts now, he found the strength to approach the creature, his eyes locked with it’s. There was an unmistakable connection, and getting closer now, he could see the beast was actually smiling! As it’s mouth muscles moved into a smile, thick, green goopy viscous spewed from its teeth to the ground below, presumably leftovers of undigested tree. Alan found this so staggeringly erotic he shivered. He longed to discover how they would consummate this union. He wanted to be with it. He needed to be inside it. He yearned to sample it’s beastly pump glands.

Grant was now within a foot of the dinosaur’s right back leg. He reached out and shuddered with anticipation. Just the thought of physical communication with this being was enough to make him ache: he was now positively throbbing with lust, desperate to quench his desire but at the same time, almost fearful of the cataclysmic sexual release he was certain it would trigger within him. Grant’s fingers edged closer to the Brontosaurus’s hairy, dirt smeared elephant like flesh. He could smell it. He could nearly taste it. Dear god, it was glorious.

Suddenly, with speed nearly unbecoming a creature of such size, the Brontosaurus raised the leg so close to Grant. The ground shock, and Alan fell onto his back, just in time to see the bottom of the dinosaur’s leg come thundering down. Several tons of beast foot ended his time on this earth, and in a single moment, all his dreams had come true.