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It was pitch black, but far from silent. It was a cacophony of birds, insects, wild animals. The muzzle of his high-powered assault rifle darted this way and that, pointing in the direction of the loudest sound. For a moment he could hear the waves crash onto the beach, some 20 kilometers. The winds were picking up. Knox rummaged through their gear to ensure they had everything they needed for the mission: to assassinate the Raptor leader and end his war against all mammals. \n\n The intelligence was lacking since the Raptor Army was surprisingly elusive, but from what they gathered, the Raptor leader, Uren, will be inspecting the progress of some secret experimentation here on the island tomorrow. The Strike Team carried with them enough explosives to take out half the island. But it was an uphill fight to get this deep into the Heart of Darkness. Despite getting onto the island discreetly and neutralizing some serious threats, the terrain proved to be the most difficult. \n\nKnox rested a paw on Charles' shoulder, who was crouching down and looking intensely at the pitch blackness. The edgy wolf bolted up in a sweat. \n\n“Just relax, Charles. I found Robins pack with the rations.” The overweight, tanned fox handed the wolf a cookie. Charles quickly ate it and looked back out into the darkness. There was a low, guttural growl in the distance. The wolf's rifle was pointed right at it. He signaled to the fox, but his attention was on the food. The growl was closer, with a quick clicking sound. The sound was coming from on all sides of the camp. Charles pulled the trigger: KLINK. The raptor was so close to the wolf and so silent that with one claw it ripped through the rifle rendering it useless. Charles quickly reached for the magnum on his side but before he could pull it out the raptor had sank its shark-like teeth into his leg. He screamed in pain. The Kevlar armor prevented penetration, but it felt like his leg was broken. The raptor kept biting him, his arms, legs, torso, head, seemingly aggravated that his teeth couldn't get through the armor and helmet. \n\nMore swarmed in from the darkness like a school of piranha, unseen. He and the rest of The Strike Team were taken hostage, sedated, bound, and carried away. \n\n* * * \n\nHis eyes opened but it the light was dim and emitted a buzzing sound. It was cooler in here, wherever 'here' was, but it was still warm enough to perspire. Charles' heavy armor and helmet was gone and he realized he was stripped down to his bare black and gray fur. His sweat saturated his black and gray fur, making it soft and tawny like that of a cub. Charles tried to get up and suddenly realized he was strapped down to something soft, a cheap hospital bed. Black leather straps like wide belts held his legs and arms bound to each corner of the metal bed frame. \n\nThere was a sibilant whisper: “He's awake.” The wolf's keen ears swiveled in the direction of the sound but suddenly the remaining fluorescent lights flickered on, bathing the room in a white light. The buzzing became more high pitch and eventually faded as the fluorescent tubes warmed. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he could see a figure sitting behind a desk, a raptor. \n\nThe young wolf eyed the scaled apparition as it stood up and walked towards him. It was an odd experience for Charles. In his years of fighting against the Raptor Army he had never seen a high-ranking one. All the warriors he had seen were feral brutes who wore not a stitch of cloth and only used their claws and teeth for weapons. But the tall raptor that stood in front of him was more refined, anthropomorphic, and even wore a lab coat. It stood on two very large bare footpaws, digigrade like its feral counterparts. \n\n“You and your little team thought you could just waltz in here and destroy all of our progress?” The raptor hissed. “My superiors won't be here until the morning, so until then, you're going to be my little play-thing.” \n\nCharles strained against the leather restraints to no avail as he carefully watched his tall reptilian captor tred closer, taking off his white lab coat. \n\n“My name is Zahir, but you will call me, Master. You understand?” the reptile wore nothing under the white lab coat. Charles looked on in fear. Zahir was tall, easily 7 feet. His scales were an earthy brown with a hint of iridescence that gave fleeting glimmers of reds and yellows. The scales under his chin all the way down to his smooth reptilian navel were a light olive tone. Zahir's muzzle was filled with the whitest and sharpest serrated fangs Charles had ever seen, and his eyes were like flawed golden yellow topaz. Between the reptiles legs was his fiercely erect penis, as black as an obsidian scalpel and glossy with musky precum. The raptor looked robust; a heavyweight boxer build, powerful thighs, well-defined abdominal muscles. The wolf gulped audibly, eliciting a toothy grin from the scientist that glared down at his naked frame. Charles body grew hot with shame as he felt his sheath thicken, his canine cock tip poking through the slit. He futility tried the leather fetter and handcuffs again. \n\n“Oh yes, my little bitch. It's going to happen.” Zahir licked his lips as he produced a syringe from a cold steel cabinet and examined his new test subject. His new patient was markedly younger than the ones he had in the past, maybe 19 or 20 years of age. The Raptor Army usually gave him sick or injured or infirm mammals to perform experiments on, but this wolf was healthy, strong. The fur patterns on mammals was something that amused Zahir and Charles' black and gray coloration was something he had never seen. He ran his reptilian paws through the delicate and warm fur that enrobed the nude canine. Zahir shuddered at the pleasurable warmth, a naturally regulated 98.6 degrees that he envied. Pulse 68. Blood pressure 120/70. \n\nThe needle quickly found a vein. Charles struggled against the restraints and let out a worried moan as he watched the sickly green liquid pump into his arm. “Shh. Shh. It'll be over soon, just relax. It's a special concoction to make you. . . more agreeable.” 500 milliliters administered. \n\nThe room got a little blurry and everything seemed like a dream to the wolf. Zahir seemed as though he was at the end of a long dark tunnel and coming closer, becoming more clearer in the wolf's vision as everything else became fuzzier. His arms and legs felt lighter as if they were floating away as the raptor undid the restraints. “Sit up.” The raptor commanded. It sounded like a voice in his head. “Sit up!” he said louder. Charles sat up on the white hospital bed unhurriedly and ran his fingers through his headfur as if feeling it for the first time. He was being brainwashed by the strange green fluid that now coursed through his bloodstream. \n\nCharles looked in front of him and at eye-level, about a centimeter from his nose, was the raptors hard, pulsing ebony cock. The wolf's body was reacting to the scent of his strong male musk. His body panted slowly, loudly, his skin perspiring, blood pressure rising, extreme dilation of pupils making the light in the room and colors of the raptor almost unbearably intense. “Lick.” the raptor commanded. He only had to say it once, noticing the poor wolfy's eyes were fixated on his shaft and dripping, tapered tip. \n\nHis wide, flat, rough tongue eagerly licked the salty underside of the raptors maleness from the base of his thick knot to the rather large slit at the top. Zahir hissed in pleasure, flexing his firm cock as the canine goes in for another lick. Charles lapped at the meat like a content child, murring and wagging his tail. He closed his eyes, focusing his attention to the task at hand, not daring to take it into his muzzle. A clawed paw gripped his shoulder and pushed him away not-so gently. \n\n“Shh. Such an eager little dog I have!” Zahir boasted, examining Charles' fully erect canine penis, the knot still trying to make its way out of the warm black sheath as he reclined back on his elbows on the hospital bed. “Stand up, slave.” The reptile commanded with a hiss, sitting down in a ragged black leather chair. His tail was queer; flat, red and yellow ocher feathers in a spear shape at the tip. It looked more like the tail feathers of a Black Sicklbill bird of paradise than a reptilian tail. \n\nCharles bolted up, he no longer had control himself. The wolf's fear, embarrassment, and shame were all gone, replaced with nothing but a strong lust he had not felt since his adolescent years. His arm were to his side, fluffy tail relaxed, breathing was deep and measured, penis flagrantly erect like a hot pink rocket awaiting signals to launch. Zahir crossed his legs and immediately the smaller wolf was focused on the reptile's large muscular footpaws. The signature hooked claw at the end tapped the warm concrete floor as the raptor wiggled his toes. He smiled down at the wolf who did not bother to look up. \n\nZahir reached into a drawer next to the chair and pulled out another syringe that was prepared in advance. In this one was a neon yellow liquid. He examined the needle, ensuring there were no air bubbles as he hissed his next command; “Service my feet, dog. Rub them, lick them. I've had a long day.” \n\n“Yes, master.” Without wasting time, the hypnotized wolf got down on his paws and knees in front of the reptilian scientist. Charles vision selectively blurred everything that was not Zahir. He inhaled the earthy scent of his captors footpaws as he lifted the first one, the right. It was easily much larger than his head and the claws were as long and as dangerous as the raptors teeth. To his surprise, the scales were not as rough as he expected. The thumbs of his warm, black-furred paws worked the sole, working in a circular motion gradually increasing pressure. His cool, most noes was buried between the second the third toes as they wiggled, eliciting a lustful moan from the wolf. Charles sense of shame was obliterated as he licked and sucked each of Zahir's toes, leaving them wet, almost dripping in saliva. His new master lightly tugged at his own 13 inch, frighteningly thick phallus, holding the syringe like a cigar. \n\nThe whipped wolf's moans were an intoxicating sound to his master. Charles switched paws, leaving the other very wet with aqueous saliva. The raptor could feel it running down this soft sole to his heel. His left footpaw received the same treatment, better than anything he expected from the mammal. To reward his plaything, Zahir rubbed both of his footpaws all over Charles' face, gripping the canine's ears with his wet toes, wiping his moist soles on his cheeks. Charles licked and lapped at his masters footpaws as his face was gripped by the skilled appendages. He barely even noticed that Zahir was injecting him with yellow syringe. \n\n“Mmmm. Such a good mammal. I'm glad I decided to keep you for the crossbreeding program.” Zahir hissed, throwing the empty needle into the trash. The intoxicated wolf could barely comprehend what was being said, too engrossed in pleasuring his masters footpaws. The raptor continued to speak, noticing but not caring that his slave was not paying attention to his words. \n\n“There are not one but two species of 'raptor' in this world; The feral and fiercely swift Velociraptor Mongoliensis who is plentiful and easily controlled by chemical means, much like yourself. And there are my species; Utahraptor Ostrommaysorum, supremely intelligent, strong, and, unfortunately, increasingly rare.” With one of his large footpaws, he forced the wolf down onto his back and began to rub his seductively warm stomach and achingly hard canine cock with the sole, gripping the pink shaft with his moistened toes, immediately making the wolf squirt what seemed like a quarter cup of hot, musky precum over his own sweaty tummy and Zahir's toes. “Mmm, so lucky it is to be warm blooded.” The reptile hissed. \n\n“Ah, yes, and now you wonder, what does this have to do with you.” Zahir continued. “My species has been antagonized by you mammals for centuries and your kind has successfully wiped out three-quarters of our female population. But don't you worry, little furball, I, along with several others, have spent my entire life developing a special concoction to synthesize Utahraptor reproduction. The two serums I have injected you with will soon make a few . . . changes to your body. You see, regardless of whether or not you are male or female, mammal or reptile, these two serums will force your body to become host to Utahraptor eggs.” \n\nZahir stood up, keeping one footpaw on Charles' stomach, slowly applying more pressure, making him squirm. Charles looked up at the towering figure who, from his vantage point on the floor, looked more like a dragon. The raptor swished his tail, curling the tip upward, and glared down at his writhing slave. He finally released the pressure and stood in front of the wolf, the sickle claw on his left footpaw tapped the ground in a measured rhythm. His large black reptilian cock squirted a large amount of precum over Charles' face as he looked up to him. The warm liquid was stickier and had a much more potent scent than the canine's cowper's fluid. \n\n“Now suck.” Zahir commanded. It seemed the raptors voice became increasingly low and guttural he he became more aroused. \n\nCharles bolted up to his knees, panting, not in pleasure, but in worry. Despite the new dull pain he felt as the sickly yellow and green serums coursed through his veins, his body seemed to react more automatically to the raptors commands. His paws gripped under the raptors knot, squeezing it firmly and he opened his mouth, welcoming the tapered tip into his mouth. The feel of the slightly sticky reptilian preseminal fluid accompanied by the warm black flesh tasted musky, salty, and slightly sweet. Charles moaned lewdly as his own penis flexed and squirted precum onto the scientists footpaws. He suckled the tip gently and attempted to gradually take some of the thick shaft into his wet muzzle, but after about 3 inches, he noticed the Utahraptor's cock was almost too thick to fit into his mouth. \n\nHe moaned and closed his eyes, rubbing a paw over the very soft scales between the raptors tailhole and underside of his cock, directly over his internal testicles. Zahir ran his paws through the wolf's warm headfur, gripping the back of his head and slowly forcing him to take more of his very thick prick. Charles whined as he felt the textured ribs behind the head of the raptors manhood slip in and out of his limited mouth. The tight fit gave Zahir incentive to push harder, deeper into the warmblooded mammal's mouth, making him almost gag with each thrust. \n\nZahir's ebony cock had a nearly constant flow of per-ejaculatory fluid. He reluctantly allowed the small wolf to pull away to swallow, but wasted no time re-entering the tight, warm mouth of his slave. The wide, wet, rough tongue provided relentless pleasure to the raptor as his cock slid over it. Charles oral services went on for over 20 minutes as Zahir edged himself each time he allowed the wolf to swallow, letting the cooler air of the laboratory reduce the temperature of his hot black cock completely before plunging it back into the mammals warm muzzle, eventually getting a little more than half of his arm-wide shaft inside. The Utahraptor pulled out one last time, panting along with the small wolf. \n\n“On all fours. Now!” he barked, stroking his slick, dripping cock. “I hope your tailhole is more elastic than your mouth. In order to fertilize you, I have put my seed very deep inside you. Do you understand?”\n\n“Yes, Master.” Charles did as he was told as Zahir got down on his knees to get better access to the wolf's virgin hole. He aligned the tip of his cock to the hot, pink button behind the wolf, but it was an awkward position. Being over 7 feet tall, this position was not going to work well. \n\nWith one paw, the raptor picked up the wolf, forcing him to stand up, and pushed him against the hospital bed. While still on his knees, Zahir gave Charles' tailhole a firm, wet lick with his long, wiggling tongue, venturing it inside a full 5 inches before standing up behind the wolf. \n\n“Take a deep breath.” Zahir instructed. But almost as quickly as he said it, his cocktip was buried deep inside the wolf making him scream in agony. “Shhh, my little bitch. Take it like a good little 'doggie'!” Zahir's laugh was cruel and unkind. His large paws gripped Charles' hips to stabilize him as more of his thick cock slowly snaked its way past the tight anal ring and into his bowels. Once he was halfway inside, he let his cock rest, allowing him to squirt a generous amount of precum inside for lubrication. “Mmmm, so very warm. This will not take long.” \n\nZahir's feather-tipped tail swayed back and fourth as he pumped in and out of the tight space, aggravated that, like the wolf's mouth, only half of his cock was accommodated. He held it inside the whimpering wolf to allow him to get accustomed to the girth. The massive Utahraptor apologetically rubbed Charles' tummy, making his way lower to the wolf's 6 inch, hard canine cock. All the while Zahir's hips edged forward, pushing his pulsing cock deeper into his test subject, stretching the strained ring more than either one of them thought possible. \n\nCharles gripped the sheets and bit down on the soft mattress to keep from moaning and whimpering too loudly as his anal virginity was taken by the muscular lizard-bird. He could feel every pulse of the thick cock inside him, squirting an embarrassing amount of thin fluid inside him, making the pushing easier. Before long the thick knot popped inside him, making his back arch in pleasure and pain as his much smaller canine cock erupted into a fountain of wolf seed all over Zahir's soft-scaled paw and the side of the bed. His semen squirted so hard it almost hurt and it was no doubt that Charles' moans could be heard throughout the compound. \n\nWith his thick knot locked in place, the primordial Herculean reptile continued to fuck the small, hot hole in short, quick thrusts with no more than a 1.5 inch stroke. As Charles spermed, the mammals tailhole tightened its grip on the reptiles shaft and knot, making the experience more painful for himself, but more pleasurable for Zahir. Before long, the raptors grip got tighter, squeezing the warm mammal like a living plushie as his climax was reached. He could feel the pointed tip bulge Charles' tummy. \n\nZahir roared like a lion as his thick seed squirted inside his slave with the force of a water hose on full spray. Almost immediately after he started cumming, a high-pressure squirt of the freshest Utahraptor escaped from Charles' tailhole, splashing against his light-olive colored scales on his tummy. Charles could feel it running down his heavy black-furred ball sack and legs to the floor in a thick river, pooling at his footpaws. The wolf moaned lewdly and wiggled uncomfortably, feeling himself being filled from the inside for the first time, his anal virginity thoroughly taken. \n\nThe Utahraptor tugged at his trapped knot to ensure it plugged the wolf's hole tightly. Charles' lower intestines absorbed a great deal of the raw-egg-like raptor semen into his body, fertilizing his chemically re-engineered internal organs. Zahir hugged the wolf from behind, gently stroking his spent canine cock and rubbing his warm light-gray tummy. Zahir's body was markedly cooler than the wolfs after his climax, so he used the wolf to re-stabilize his internal temperature. \n\n“Despite the mind control serum, your little teammates put up a lot more fight than you.” Zahir hissed, rubbing the wolf's tummy. The young black and gray wolf looked down at the mattress as the sense of shame crept its way back into his mind. \n\nWhen the time was right, the raptors thick cock slipped out of the canine's sore tailhole. Despite the tremendous amount of sperm that was pumped into him, very little dripped out. The two serums given to the wolf allowed his body to absorb it all. Zahir put on his white lab coat; his long, feather-tipped tail relaxed on the floor. He wrote a few notes on a clipboard and checked his watch. \n\n“Lay down on the bed and attach your restraints.” Zahir commanded. Charles did as he was told, like a cub forced to get the rod for his own spanking. The Utahraptor helped him with the last leather band around his wrist. “Good boy.” Zahir made his way to the door and turned out the lights. The young wolf who was once a member of an elite strike team was now nothing more than a slave for the raptor. He could hear the far off echos of cries and screams through the bare concrete walls and could only imagine what had happened to his teammates. \n\n* * * \n\nEpilogue\n\nOver the next few days, Charles body began to change physically. His fur had fallen out, exposing his black and gray skin in the same patten as the missing fur. The skin became rougher, more calloused with each passing day and before long, the wolf realized he was becoming one of them. His claws and teeth had grown out, became thicker, sharper. His bones became lighter, yet more reinforced, his tail broader and more substantial like that of a kangaroo. 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Utahraptor Ostrommaysorum

By Andy Bunneh

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The sun was setting but it was hard to tell. The light barely penetrated the dense canopy of trees in this section of the Jungle known as the Heart of Darkness. It was an oven; dark, intensely hot, fed by a flame they could not see. The Strike Force had set up camp here not long ago. In the dim flashlight light they took inventory of the situation. Michael, the kangaroo, had a broken ankle. The cut on Don's, their leader's, arm was infected, a fever would soon set in. Knox, the overweight fox, abandoned his hot Kevlar armor long ago and now his fur had tanned from red to a medium brown. Maxine was missing an eye. And Robin was beginning to smell, despite being buried.

Charles, the younger black and gray wolf of the group, was the only one unscathed. He tended to his team and constantly checked his ammo as he began his shift as the lookout. It was pitch black, but far from silent. It was a cacophony of birds, insects, wild animals. The muzzle of his high-powered assault rifle darted this way and that, pointing in the direction of the loudest sound. For a moment he could hear the waves crash onto the beach, some 20 kilometers. The winds were picking up. Knox rummaged through their gear to ensure they had everything they needed for the mission: to assassinate the Raptor leader and end his war against all mammals.

 The intelligence was lacking since the Raptor Army was surprisingly elusive, but from what they gathered, the Raptor leader, Uren, will be inspecting the progress of some secret experimentation here on the island tomorrow. The Strike Team carried with them enough explosives to take out half the island. But it was an uphill fight to get this deep into the Heart of Darkness. Despite getting onto the island discreetly and neutralizing some serious threats, the terrain proved to be the most difficult.

Knox rested a paw on Charles' shoulder, who was crouching down and looking intensely at the pitch blackness. The edgy wolf bolted up in a sweat.

“Just relax, Charles. I found Robins pack with the rations.” The overweight, tanned fox handed the wolf a cookie. Charles quickly ate it and looked back out into the darkness. There was a low, guttural growl in the distance. The wolf's rifle was pointed right at it. He signaled to the fox, but his attention was on the food. The growl was closer, with a quick clicking sound. The sound was coming from on all sides of the camp. Charles pulled the trigger: KLINK. The raptor was so close to the wolf and so silent that with one claw it ripped through the rifle rendering it useless. Charles quickly reached for the magnum on his side but before he could pull it out the raptor had sank its shark-like teeth into his leg. He screamed in pain. The Kevlar armor prevented penetration, but it felt like his leg was broken. The raptor kept biting him, his arms, legs, torso, head, seemingly aggravated that his teeth couldn't get through the armor and helmet.

More swarmed in from the darkness like a school of piranha, unseen. He and the rest of The Strike Team were taken hostage, sedated, bound, and carried away.

* * *

His eyes opened but it the light was dim and emitted a buzzing sound. It was cooler in here, wherever 'here' was, but it was still warm enough to perspire. Charles' heavy armor and helmet was gone and he realized he was stripped down to his bare black and gray fur. His sweat saturated his black and gray fur, making it soft and tawny like that of a cub. Charles tried to get up and suddenly realized he was strapped down to something soft, a cheap hospital bed. Black leather straps like wide belts held his legs and arms bound to each corner of the metal bed frame.

There was a sibilant whisper: “He's awake.” The wolf's keen ears swiveled in the direction of the sound but suddenly the remaining  fluorescent lights flickered on, bathing the room in a white light. The buzzing became more high pitch and eventually faded as the fluorescent tubes warmed. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he could see a figure sitting behind a desk, a raptor.

The young wolf eyed the scaled apparition as it stood up and walked towards him. It was an odd experience for Charles. In his years of fighting against the Raptor Army he had never seen a high-ranking one. All the warriors he had seen were feral brutes who wore not a stitch of cloth and only used their claws and teeth for weapons. But the tall raptor that stood in front of him was more refined, anthropomorphic, and even wore a lab coat. It stood on two very large bare footpaws, digigrade like its feral counterparts.

“You and your little team thought you could just waltz in here and destroy all of our progress?” The raptor hissed. “My superiors won't be here until the morning, so until then, you're going to be my little play-thing.”

Charles strained against the leather restraints to no avail as he carefully watched his tall reptilian captor tred closer, taking off his white lab coat.

“My name is  Zahir, but you will call me, Master. You understand?” the reptile wore nothing under the white lab coat. Charles looked on in fear. Zahir was tall, easily 7 feet. His scales were an earthy brown with a hint of iridescence that gave fleeting glimmers of reds and yellows. The scales under his chin all the way down to his smooth reptilian navel were a light olive tone. Zahir's muzzle was filled with the whitest and sharpest serrated fangs Charles had ever seen, and his eyes were like flawed golden yellow topaz. Between the reptiles legs was his fiercely erect penis, as black as an obsidian scalpel and glossy with musky precum. The raptor looked robust; a heavyweight boxer build, powerful thighs, well-defined abdominal muscles. The wolf gulped audibly, eliciting a toothy grin from the scientist that glared down at his naked frame. Charles body grew hot with shame as he felt his sheath thicken, his canine cock tip poking through the slit. He futility tried the leather fetter and handcuffs again.

“Oh yes, my little bitch. It's going to happen.” Zahir licked his lips as he produced a syringe from a cold steel cabinet and examined his new test subject. His new patient was markedly younger than the ones he had in the past, maybe 19 or 20 years of age. The Raptor Army usually gave him sick or injured or infirm mammals to perform experiments on, but this wolf was healthy, strong. The fur patterns on mammals was something that amused Zahir and Charles' black and gray coloration was something he had never seen. He ran his reptilian paws through the delicate and warm fur that enrobed the nude canine. Zahir shuddered at the pleasurable warmth, a naturally regulated 98.6 degrees that he envied. Pulse 68. Blood pressure 120/70.

The needle quickly found a vein. Charles struggled against the restraints and let out a worried moan as he watched the sickly green liquid pump into his arm. “Shh. Shh. It'll be over soon, just relax. It's a special concoction to make you. . . more agreeable.” 500 milliliters administered.

The room got a little blurry and everything seemed like a dream to the wolf. Zahir seemed as though he was at the end of a long dark tunnel and coming closer, becoming more clearer in the wolf's vision as everything else became fuzzier. His arms and legs felt lighter as if they were floating away as the raptor undid the restraints. “Sit up.” The raptor commanded. It sounded like a voice in his head. “Sit up!” he said louder. Charles sat up on the white hospital bed unhurriedly and ran his fingers through his headfur as if feeling it for the first time. He was being brainwashed by the strange green fluid that now coursed through his bloodstream.

Charles looked in front of him and at eye-level, about a centimeter from his nose, was the raptors hard, pulsing ebony cock. The wolf's body was reacting to the scent of his strong male musk. His body panted slowly, loudly, his skin perspiring, blood pressure rising, extreme dilation of pupils making the light in the room and colors of the raptor almost unbearably intense. “Lick.” the raptor commanded. He only had to say it once, noticing the poor wolfy's eyes were fixated on his shaft and dripping, tapered tip.

His wide, flat, rough tongue eagerly licked the salty underside of the raptors maleness from the base of his thick knot to the rather large slit at the top. Zahir hissed in pleasure, flexing his firm cock as the canine goes in for another lick. Charles lapped at the meat like a content child, murring and wagging his tail. He closed his eyes, focusing his attention to the task at hand, not daring to take it into his muzzle. A clawed paw gripped his shoulder and pushed him away not-so gently.

“Shh. Such an eager little dog I have!” Zahir boasted, examining Charles' fully erect canine penis, the knot still trying to make its way out of the warm black sheath as he reclined back on his elbows on the hospital bed. “Stand up, slave.” The reptile commanded with a hiss, sitting down in a ragged black leather chair. His tail was queer; flat, red and yellow ocher feathers in a spear shape at the tip. It looked more like the tail feathers of a Black Sicklbill bird of paradise than a reptilian tail.

Charles bolted up, he no longer had control himself. The wolf's fear, embarrassment, and shame were all gone, replaced with nothing but a strong lust he had not felt since his adolescent years. His arm were to his side, fluffy tail relaxed, breathing was deep and measured, penis flagrantly erect like a hot pink rocket awaiting signals to launch. Zahir crossed his legs and immediately the smaller wolf was focused on the reptile's large muscular footpaws. The signature hooked claw at the end tapped the warm concrete floor as the raptor wiggled his toes. He smiled down at the wolf who did not bother to look up.

Zahir reached into a drawer next to the chair and pulled out another syringe that was prepared in advance. In this one was a neon yellow liquid. He examined the needle, ensuring there were no air bubbles as he hissed his next command; “Service my feet, dog. Rub them, lick them. I've had a long day.”

“Yes, master.” Without wasting time, the hypnotized wolf got down on his paws and knees in front of the reptilian scientist. Charles vision selectively blurred everything that was not Zahir. He inhaled the earthy scent of his captors footpaws as he lifted the first one, the right. It was easily much larger than his head and the claws were as long and as dangerous as the raptors teeth. To his surprise, the scales were not as rough as he expected. The thumbs of his warm, black-furred paws worked the sole, working in a circular motion gradually increasing pressure. His cool, most noes was buried between the second the third toes as they wiggled, eliciting a lustful moan from the wolf. Charles sense of shame was obliterated as he licked and sucked each of Zahir's toes, leaving them wet, almost dripping in saliva. His new master lightly tugged at his own 13 inch, frighteningly thick phallus, holding the syringe like a cigar.

The whipped wolf's moans were an intoxicating sound to his master. Charles switched paws, leaving the other very wet with aqueous saliva. The raptor could feel it running down this soft sole to his heel. His left footpaw received the same treatment, better than anything he expected from the mammal. To reward his plaything, Zahir rubbed both of his footpaws all over Charles' face, gripping the canine's ears with his wet toes, wiping his moist soles on his cheeks. Charles licked and lapped at his masters footpaws as his face was gripped by the skilled appendages. He barely even noticed that Zahir was injecting him with yellow syringe.

“Mmmm. Such a good mammal. I'm glad I decided to keep you for the crossbreeding program.” Zahir hissed, throwing the empty needle into the trash. The intoxicated wolf could barely comprehend what was being said, too engrossed in pleasuring his masters footpaws. The raptor continued to speak, noticing but not caring that his slave was not paying attention to his words.

“There are not one but two species of 'raptor' in this world; The feral and fiercely swift Velociraptor Mongoliensis who is plentiful and easily controlled by chemical means, much like yourself. And there are my species; Utahraptor Ostrommaysorum, supremely intelligent, strong, and, unfortunately, increasingly rare.” With one of his large footpaws, he forced the wolf down onto his back and began to rub his seductively warm stomach and achingly hard canine cock with the sole, gripping the pink shaft with his moistened toes, immediately making the wolf squirt what seemed like a quarter cup of hot, musky precum over his own sweaty tummy and Zahir's toes. “Mmm, so lucky it is to be warm blooded.” The reptile hissed.

“Ah, yes, and now you wonder, what does this have to do with you.” Zahir continued. “My species has been antagonized by you mammals for centuries and your kind has successfully wiped out three-quarters of our female population. But don't you worry, little furball, I, along with several others, have spent my entire life developing a special concoction to synthesize Utahraptor reproduction. The two serums I have injected you with will soon make a few . . . changes to your body. You see, regardless of whether or not you are male or female, mammal or reptile, these two serums will force your body to become host to Utahraptor eggs.”

Zahir stood up, keeping one footpaw on Charles' stomach, slowly applying more pressure, making him squirm. Charles looked up at the towering figure who, from his vantage point on the floor, looked more like a dragon. The raptor swished his tail, curling the tip upward, and glared down at his writhing slave. He finally released the pressure and stood in front of the wolf, the sickle claw on his left footpaw tapped the ground in a measured rhythm. His large black reptilian cock squirted a large amount of precum over Charles' face as he looked up to him. The warm liquid was stickier and had a much more potent scent than the canine's cowper's fluid.

“Now suck.” Zahir commanded. It seemed the raptors voice became increasingly low and guttural he he became more aroused.

Charles bolted up to his knees, panting, not in pleasure, but in worry. Despite the new dull pain he felt as the sickly yellow and green serums coursed through his veins, his body seemed to react more automatically to the raptors commands. His paws gripped under the raptors knot, squeezing it firmly and he opened his mouth, welcoming the tapered tip into his mouth. The feel of the slightly sticky reptilian preseminal fluid accompanied by the warm black flesh tasted musky, salty, and slightly sweet. Charles moaned lewdly as his own penis flexed and squirted precum onto the scientists footpaws. He suckled the tip gently and attempted to gradually take some of the thick shaft into his wet muzzle, but after about 3 inches, he noticed the Utahraptor's cock was almost too thick to fit into his mouth.

He moaned and closed his eyes, rubbing a paw over the very soft scales between the raptors tailhole and underside of his cock, directly over his internal testicles. Zahir ran his paws through the wolf's warm headfur, gripping the back of his head and slowly forcing him to take more of his very thick prick. Charles whined as he felt the textured ribs behind the head of the raptors manhood slip in and out of his limited mouth. The tight fit gave Zahir incentive to push harder, deeper into the warmblooded mammal's mouth, making him almost gag with each thrust.

Zahir's ebony cock had a nearly constant flow of per-ejaculatory fluid. He reluctantly allowed the small wolf to pull away to swallow, but wasted no time re-entering the tight, warm mouth of his slave. The wide, wet, rough tongue provided relentless pleasure to the raptor as his cock slid over it. Charles oral services went on for over 20 minutes as Zahir edged himself each time he allowed the wolf to swallow, letting the cooler air of the laboratory reduce the temperature of his hot black cock completely before plunging it back into the mammals warm muzzle, eventually getting a little more than half of his arm-wide shaft inside. The Utahraptor pulled out one last time, panting along with the small wolf.

“On all fours. Now!” he barked, stroking his slick, dripping cock. “I hope your tailhole is more elastic than your mouth. In order to fertilize you, I have put my seed very deep inside you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Charles did as he was told as Zahir got down on his knees to get better access to the wolf's virgin hole. He aligned the tip of his cock to the hot, pink button behind the wolf, but  it was an awkward position. Being over 7 feet tall, this position was not going to work well.

With one paw, the raptor picked up the wolf, forcing him to stand up, and pushed him against the hospital bed. While still on his knees, Zahir gave Charles' tailhole a firm, wet lick with his long, wiggling tongue, venturing it inside a full 5 inches before standing up behind the wolf.

“Take a deep breath.” Zahir instructed. But almost as quickly as he said it, his cocktip was buried deep inside the wolf making him scream in agony. “Shhh, my little bitch. Take it like a good little 'doggie'!” Zahir's laugh was cruel and unkind. His large paws gripped Charles' hips to stabilize him as more of his thick cock slowly snaked its way past the tight anal ring and into his bowels. Once he was halfway inside, he let his cock rest, allowing him to squirt a generous amount of precum inside for lubrication. “Mmmm, so very warm. This will not take long.”

Zahir's feather-tipped tail swayed back and fourth as he pumped in and out of the tight space, aggravated that, like the wolf's mouth, only half of his cock was accommodated. He held it inside the whimpering wolf to allow him to get accustomed to the girth. The massive Utahraptor apologetically rubbed Charles' tummy, making his way lower to the wolf's 6 inch, hard canine cock. All the while Zahir's hips edged forward, pushing his pulsing cock deeper into his test subject, stretching the strained ring more than either one of them thought possible.

Charles gripped the sheets and bit down on the soft mattress to keep from moaning and whimpering too loudly as his anal virginity was taken by the muscular lizard-bird. He could feel every pulse of the thick cock inside him, squirting an embarrassing amount of thin fluid inside him, making the pushing easier. Before long the thick knot popped inside him, making his back arch in pleasure and pain as his much smaller canine cock erupted into a fountain of wolf seed all over Zahir's soft-scaled paw and the side of the bed. His semen squirted so hard it almost hurt and it was no doubt that Charles' moans could be heard throughout the compound.

With his thick knot locked in place, the primordial Herculean reptile continued to fuck the small, hot hole in short, quick thrusts with no more than a 1.5 inch stroke. As Charles spermed, the mammals tailhole tightened its grip on the reptiles shaft and knot, making the experience more painful for himself, but more pleasurable for Zahir. Before long, the raptors grip got tighter, squeezing the warm mammal like a living plushie as his climax was reached. He could feel the pointed tip bulge Charles' tummy.

Zahir roared like a lion as his thick seed squirted inside his slave with the force of a water hose on full spray. Almost immediately after he started cumming, a high-pressure squirt of the freshest Utahraptor escaped from Charles' tailhole, splashing against his light-olive colored scales on his tummy. Charles could feel it running down his heavy black-furred ball sack and legs to the floor in a thick river, pooling at his footpaws. The wolf moaned lewdly and wiggled uncomfortably, feeling himself being filled from the inside for the first time, his anal virginity thoroughly taken.

The Utahraptor tugged at his trapped knot to ensure it plugged the wolf's hole tightly. Charles' lower intestines absorbed a great deal of the raw-egg-like raptor semen into his body, fertilizing his chemically re-engineered internal organs. Zahir hugged the wolf from behind, gently stroking his spent canine cock and rubbing his warm light-gray tummy. Zahir's body was markedly cooler than the wolfs after his climax, so he used the wolf to re-stabilize his internal temperature.

“Despite the mind control serum, your little teammates put up a lot more fight than you.” Zahir hissed, rubbing the wolf's tummy. The young black and gray wolf looked down at the mattress as the sense of shame crept its way back into his mind.

When the time was right, the raptors thick cock slipped out of the canine's sore tailhole. Despite the tremendous amount of sperm that was pumped into him, very little dripped out. The two serums given to the wolf allowed his body to absorb it all. Zahir put on his white lab coat; his long, feather-tipped tail relaxed on the floor. He wrote a few notes on a clipboard and checked his watch.

“Lay down on the bed and attach your restraints.” Zahir commanded. Charles did as he was told, like a cub forced to get the rod for his own spanking. The Utahraptor helped him with the last leather band around his wrist. “Good boy.” Zahir made his way to the door and turned out the lights. The young wolf who was once a member of an elite strike team was now nothing more than a slave for the raptor. He could hear the far off echos of cries and screams through the bare concrete walls and could only imagine what had happened to his teammates.

* * *

Epilogue

Over the next few days, Charles body began to change physically. His fur had fallen out, exposing his black and gray skin in the same patten as the missing fur. The skin became rougher, more calloused with each passing day and before long, the wolf realized he was becoming one of them. His claws and teeth had grown out, became thicker, sharper. His bones became lighter, yet more reinforced, his tail broader and more substantial like that of a kangaroo. His stomach became fuller and rounder, which he was later informed that he was 'pregnant' with no less than eight Utahraptor eggs.

He awoke one morning in a holding cell. There were dozens more like him in the surrounding cages. One would lay the eggs in a hospital and the next day 3 or 4 Utahraptors would breed him again. The cycle went over and over and over again.

And this was the life of a raptor breeder stud named Charles.

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