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I figured I should probably get *SOMETHING* written, even if it's a short little scene.
My Dakotaraptor, a young adult named Rhett, accomplishes one of the many parts of his morning routine...
Please don't say I didn't warn you, what you see on the tin is exactly what you're going to get when you read it! ",
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Curious, he reached his hand down to his waist, softly squeezing the wrinkly shell of his disposable undergarments between his fingertips. He felt, and heard, a dry crinkle, no matter where his fingers compressed.\n\nA smile creased across his muzzle. He managed to get through the night without involuntarily voiding his bladder. It was a rare achievement for this young adult! He would definitely make a note of this in his daily journal, along with any relevant circumstances from the night before. The same hand that had checked his pants navigated to his stomach, pressing softly against the feathers and flesh underneath.\n\nHis smile grew wider, baring a little of the enameled stalactites and stalagmites that had spelled the end of many, many delicacies unfortunate enough to end up in his sights. Rhett ran his tongue across the top row of teeth, feeling for any signs of the previous day’s meals.\n\n“Guess we’re all continuing our journey~” Rhett cooed softly, using both of his hands to slide the duvet up and off of him, leaving it in a slightly messy heap at the end of his bed. He would deal with that later, he thought. As he sat himself up and eventually rose from his bed, he briefly recalled the previous day’s activities, replaying like a videotape in his subconscious.\n\n[i]Rhett couldn’t help but giggle, looking down at the paper plate set out in front of him. His eyes scanned along the contours of carefully cut celery stalks. His eyes glimpsed some supplemental dietary iron, something his doctor told him repeatedly that he needed, “in whatever form was necessary.”\n\nToday, Rhett’s dietary iron came in the form of some familiarly-shaped metallic shells, Source, unknown. They emitted a hum at a frequency too low for his hearing to detect, pinned in place by a prison of viscous peanut butter, no matter how many times their occupants tried to spin their tires.\n\n“Did it have to be celery?” Rhett whined playfully, looking up into the green eyes of his friend and willing ‘guardian.’\n\n“Yes, yes it did. Iron isn’t the only thing you need in your diet~” The osprey chirped in response.\n\n“Well, you do know how to get me to be less picky…” Rhett rolled his eyes. The osprey shook his head playfully, tussling the feathers atop the raptor’s head.\n\n“Eat up, tiger.”\n\nRhett took the gentle request as an order, one he would diligently follow to the letter. He didn’t ask where this supplemental iron came from, nor did he care. All he knew was that it would be destined for his already audibly gurgling stomach.\n\n“Gosh, you guys chose a bad day to get caught…” Rhett cooed, looking down at the future nutrients. Plucking up a stalk of celery, he looked at what was trapped within the tiny dollops of peanut butter. An intercity bus, a couple of cars of varying types, a rather oversized ‘light truck…’ all full of undoubtedly terrified commuters. He swore he could hear the panicked blasts of horns, but he wasn’t too certain.\n\n“Oh hush…” Rhett rolled his eyes. He enjoyed talking to his live food! “Don’t be afraid.”\n\nHe lifted the first stalk up to his mouth, jaws parting. Saliva-moistened structures within his mouth glistened slightly as they awaited their quarry.\n\n“It’s time to become a part of natural history~”\n\nRhett carefully used his incisors to cleave a portion of the celery stick in twain, his tongue collecting the peanut butter-encased vehicles away from his masticating action. No, these lucky little bits of prey wouldn’t get the same treatment as the celery. As soon as he was sure they were clear, he used his teeth to cut, crush, and compact the vegetable into an easier-to-swallow form. He allowed the destroyed remnants of veggie to encase the peanut butter-glued vehicles, giving them a mushy ‘shield’ to protect them from at least an hour’s worth of gastric mayhem.\n\nGulp.\n\nCrunch!\n\nSlurp.\n\nChew![/i]\n\nThe fleeting memories of the previous day fluttered away from Rhett’s consciousness. No doubt he would be replacing them with new ones today. He had a few things planned already! Cleaning up his living room for a start, maybe he would visit the rock climbing gym with his friend Kerrill…\n\n[i]Grrrrrgl…[/i]\n\nA curious feeling developed in the dinosaur’s lower gut, halting his train of thought. Another morning routine had to be accomplished first.\n\nDeep inside the Dakotaraptor, the digested remains of the prior day’s snack had finished the bulk of their journey. Within the darkness of his large intestine, a messy assemblage of stomach-melted, gut-twisted remains of vegetable and vehicle alike had taken on a more uncomfortably familiar form. Dead cells and immune-defeated pathogens added to the substrate of digested snack and the breakfast before it, microscopic gut flora working frantically to extract what vitamins they could. The walls of Rhett’s colon did what they could to dehydrate the mixture, undulating walls slowly inching the collection of digestive refuse to its final destination over the course of his slumber. His colon accomplished much overnight, and by now the final remnants of yesterday’s snack found themselves in a new home. His rectum.\n\n“Uhhh ooooh~” Rhett cooed playfully. He was intimately familiar with what this feeling was, and began to sink onto his haunches in a squatting pose. The dinosaur’s tail hiked upward, his cloaca twitching thoughtlessly with anticipation. Nerves in the dinosaur’s rectum fired haphazardly, biological relays and switches of his nervous system confusing the signals for ‘full rectum’ with the command: ‘void bowels.’ \n\nEffortlessly, the log of feces began to slip free of Rhett’s innards, a soft crackle of gas bubbles reaching the dinosaur’s ears as his tailhole parted. The ring of muscle slipped around the remains of machine and food alike as they sought a new home in the lavender and sweat-scented valley of the dinosaur’s diaper seat. Just as Rhett’s bowels began to empty, his bladder soon followed. Transparent, ammoniated liquid gushed forth, greedily absorbing into an assortment of polymers below.\n\n“Welcome back…” Rhett sighed in relief. Sure, nobody who made up the prior day’s snack could have possibly been alive to hear it, but the relatively incontinent raptor would have felt like a bad host if he hadn’t reintroduced himself! He remained in his squatting pose for a minute, savoring the moment before a knock at the door startled him.\n\nThe doorknob twisted, and the familiar figure of his avian caregiver stood in the doorway. A few seconds passed before the osprey opened his beak. A look of playful foreboding reflected in his eyes. Sylvanus realized his own morning was about to officially start.\n\n“... I think it’s time for a new diaper, big guy.”\n",
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Bzzzzt, Bzzzzzt, BZZZZZT!
Rays of sunlight trickled in through the blinds, casting a dazzling array of shadows on the poster-lined walls of the Cretacious creature’s room. An arm, protruding from a lump extending like a smooth mountain range beneath a Jurassic World-themed duvet, fumbled around in the dim sunrise.
Rhett Drumheller-Scollard wasn’t much of a morning creature. As the Dakotaraptor stirred from his evening slumber, he flailed around sightlessly for the tiny “Cancel” button on his phone’s alarm. This time, he managed to find it without error, silencing the digitized buzz of his 21st century alarm clock.
“Just five more minutes dad…” Rhett whined, sliding the blanket down from over his head. His eyelids fluttered open, allowing his red-irised eyes to scan his familiar surroundings. He turned on his side, a soft, almost silenced rustle of plastic reaching his ears. Curious, he reached his hand down to his waist, softly squeezing the wrinkly shell of his disposable undergarments between his fingertips. He felt, and heard, a dry crinkle, no matter where his fingers compressed.
A smile creased across his muzzle. He managed to get through the night without involuntarily voiding his bladder. It was a rare achievement for this young adult! He would definitely make a note of this in his daily journal, along with any relevant circumstances from the night before. The same hand that had checked his pants navigated to his stomach, pressing softly against the feathers and flesh underneath.
His smile grew wider, baring a little of the enameled stalactites and stalagmites that had spelled the end of many, many delicacies unfortunate enough to end up in his sights. Rhett ran his tongue across the top row of teeth, feeling for any signs of the previous day’s meals.
“Guess we’re all continuing our journey~” Rhett cooed softly, using both of his hands to slide the duvet up and off of him, leaving it in a slightly messy heap at the end of his bed. He would deal with that later, he thought. As he sat himself up and eventually rose from his bed, he briefly recalled the previous day’s activities, replaying like a videotape in his subconscious.
Rhett couldn’t help but giggle, looking down at the paper plate set out in front of him. His eyes scanned along the contours of carefully cut celery stalks. His eyes glimpsed some supplemental dietary iron, something his doctor told him repeatedly that he needed, “in whatever form was necessary.”
Today, Rhett’s dietary iron came in the form of some familiarly-shaped metallic shells, Source, unknown. They emitted a hum at a frequency too low for his hearing to detect, pinned in place by a prison of viscous peanut butter, no matter how many times their occupants tried to spin their tires.
“Did it have to be celery?” Rhett whined playfully, looking up into the green eyes of his friend and willing ‘guardian.’
“Yes, yes it did. Iron isn’t the only thing you need in your diet~” The osprey chirped in response.
“Well, you do know how to get me to be less picky…” Rhett rolled his eyes. The osprey shook his head playfully, tussling the feathers atop the raptor’s head.
“Eat up, tiger.”
Rhett took the gentle request as an order, one he would diligently follow to the letter. He didn’t ask where this supplemental iron came from, nor did he care. All he knew was that it would be destined for his already audibly gurgling stomach.
“Gosh, you guys chose a bad day to get caught…” Rhett cooed, looking down at the future nutrients. Plucking up a stalk of celery, he looked at what was trapped within the tiny dollops of peanut butter. An intercity bus, a couple of cars of varying types, a rather oversized ‘light truck…’ all full of undoubtedly terrified commuters. He swore he could hear the panicked blasts of horns, but he wasn’t too certain.
“Oh hush…” Rhett rolled his eyes. He enjoyed talking to his live food! “Don’t be afraid.”
He lifted the first stalk up to his mouth, jaws parting. Saliva-moistened structures within his mouth glistened slightly as they awaited their quarry.
“It’s time to become a part of natural history~”
Rhett carefully used his incisors to cleave a portion of the celery stick in twain, his tongue collecting the peanut butter-encased vehicles away from his masticating action. No, these lucky little bits of prey wouldn’t get the same treatment as the celery. As soon as he was sure they were clear, he used his teeth to cut, crush, and compact the vegetable into an easier-to-swallow form. He allowed the destroyed remnants of veggie to encase the peanut butter-glued vehicles, giving them a mushy ‘shield’ to protect them from at least an hour’s worth of gastric mayhem.
Gulp.
Crunch!
Slurp.
Chew!
The fleeting memories of the previous day fluttered away from Rhett’s consciousness. No doubt he would be replacing them with new ones today. He had a few things planned already! Cleaning up his living room for a start, maybe he would visit the rock climbing gym with his friend Kerrill…
Grrrrrgl…
A curious feeling developed in the dinosaur’s lower gut, halting his train of thought. Another morning routine had to be accomplished first.
Deep inside the Dakotaraptor, the digested remains of the prior day’s snack had finished the bulk of their journey. Within the darkness of his large intestine, a messy assemblage of stomach-melted, gut-twisted remains of vegetable and vehicle alike had taken on a more uncomfortably familiar form. Dead cells and immune-defeated pathogens added to the substrate of digested snack and the breakfast before it, microscopic gut flora working frantically to extract what vitamins they could. The walls of Rhett’s colon did what they could to dehydrate the mixture, undulating walls slowly inching the collection of digestive refuse to its final destination over the course of his slumber. His colon accomplished much overnight, and by now the final remnants of yesterday’s snack found themselves in a new home. His rectum.
“Uhhh ooooh~” Rhett cooed playfully. He was intimately familiar with what this feeling was, and began to sink onto his haunches in a squatting pose. The dinosaur’s tail hiked upward, his cloaca twitching thoughtlessly with anticipation. Nerves in the dinosaur’s rectum fired haphazardly, biological relays and switches of his nervous system confusing the signals for ‘full rectum’ with the command: ‘void bowels.’
Effortlessly, the log of feces began to slip free of Rhett’s innards, a soft crackle of gas bubbles reaching the dinosaur’s ears as his tailhole parted. The ring of muscle slipped around the remains of machine and food alike as they sought a new home in the lavender and sweat-scented valley of the dinosaur’s diaper seat. Just as Rhett’s bowels began to empty, his bladder soon followed. Transparent, ammoniated liquid gushed forth, greedily absorbing into an assortment of polymers below.
“Welcome back…” Rhett sighed in relief. Sure, nobody who made up the prior day’s snack could have possibly been alive to hear it, but the relatively incontinent raptor would have felt like a bad host if he hadn’t reintroduced himself! He remained in his squatting pose for a minute, savoring the moment before a knock at the door startled him.
The doorknob twisted, and the familiar figure of his avian caregiver stood in the doorway. A few seconds passed before the osprey opened his beak. A look of playful foreboding reflected in his eyes. Sylvanus realized his own morning was about to officially start.
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