[center][b]A Quick Pregnancy Test[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



[i]I can make it. Really, I can.[/i] Benny (real name ‘Gabino’, but ‘Benny’ had always gotten less teasing as a kid, and after that it stuck) reassured himself hopelessly, not really believing it. The glare of the overhead fluorescent lights was beginning to crystallize into a headache behind the t-rex’s eyeballs, catalyzed by a long day of customer service. [i]It’s just twenty minutes ‘til my shift is over, and there’s almost nobody here right now so I’m in the clear.[/i]

Now that he thought about it, it was actually kinda weird not to have an evening rush on a Friday. Must be the timing of the big game. He couldn’t remember which ‘big game’; with the exception of rugby sports didn’t interest the big saurian. Wrestling and boxing were okay, but too fake this decade to hold his attention. Paintball, now… if they had a televised paintball league he could get into that. That would appeal to his large-predator instincts. But if it went big they’d probably ruin it with a lot of rules and sanitize the fun out of it.

“Hey, uh, sir?”

The interrogative jolted him out of the distracted end-of-week musing, light and feminine. Reflex launched his initial response even before he finished taking in the dainty red squirrel standing in front of the checkout counter, halter-top accentuating her breasts. Reflex also made him glance at the clock. Fifteen minutes.

“Yes-ma’am-how-can-I-help-you?”

“Well, uh, yeah. Like…” Every word was launched out semi-separately, as if she had to pick one at a time to make sure she got them all out. Fine by Benny, it gave him a little more time to sneak a few glances at her cleavage. Nice breasts. Just the right size on her frame. Not like some mammals who carried a comedic amount of weight up top. “See, I got this here yesterday because my mom is like, a total drag, and just because I’m hanging out with Greg a lot she wanted me to use one, even though I’m all moved out and it’s totally none of her business. But, like, it’s not working.”

It took a few moments for Benny to work out that what she was waving in his face was a home pregnancy test. The little sticklike ones, if there was another kind. He’d never taken an interest.

“’Not working’?” He blinked in befuddlement. “How do you mean?”

“Like, I stuck it under my tongue, but it didn’t tell me anything.”

The T-rex boggled. “…Like a thermometer?”

“Uh, yeah? Duh.” She rolled her eyes and tossed her long, golden hair. “It’s, like, totally the same shape. Double duh.”

“You. Um. Like-“ [i]Dang. Now she’s got me doing it.[/i] “I never used one, obviously, but I think you’re supposed to pee on the end.”

The squirrel gagged theatrically. “Eww, don’t be gross.”

Benny lamented that he had never been trained for this. “I… guess it could be for sticking in your mouth. Did it say that in the directions?”

“Like, who reads directions?” The apparent airhead leaned onto her elbows on the counter. Did she know she was fluttering her eyelashes at him? No way to know. “It’s totally stupid anyway ‘cause I’m not even dating Greg. He just likes to cuddle and stuff.”

“So you haven’t even, well, you know…” The rex slid one finger into a ring formed by the index finger and thumb of his other hand.

She blinked at him. “Haven’t what?”

“Slept with him?”

“Nah. What’s sleeping got to do with anything?” Her smile was a sort of confused good cheer, as if she was humoring the clueless. “Mom just keeps bugging me. So, like, I gotta do a test to make her stop. Only this one didn’t tell me anything.”

An idea popped into Benny’s head. He probably ought to feel like an asshat for even considering it, but…

“I might have a way to check.” He said it with every ounce of casualness he could scrounge up.

“Really?” Her face lit up and she bounced upright excitedly. “That would be, like, totally great!”

“What’s your name?”

“Carly.”

“Well, Carly, I’m Benny.” Swallowing his qualms, the dinosaur bit the bullet on being a total bastard. “If you meet me behind the store in-“ He glanced at the clock once more. “-About twelve minutes, I’ll do my best to check you out.”

“Oh gosh, you’re the best!” Carly lunged forward to pull him into an awkward hug, plus giving him the full strength of her slightly shrill enthusiasm right into his scaled earhole. “I’ll be there for sure! Thanks Benny!”

“Sure thing.”

The bubbly squirrel pulled away and bounced cheerfully away. Benny took the chance to watch her miniskirt-clad derriere bounce along with her, carrying the extra dollop of curve which would have been excessive on her chest.

[i]Dammit. Why are the dumb ones so hot?[/i]

That line of speculation, combined with the memory of that delicious ass, passed the remaining ten minutes nicely.

[center]***[/center]

He found it genuinely uncomfortable to duck out of the back door of the drugstore. Not because his conscience was bothering him. Something about his predatory/male instincts had kicked in to shut that up. The tightness in his pants, on the other hand, made walking awkward.

“Hiiii!” The squirrel giggled at him from where she’d leaned up against the opposite brick wall of the closed-in alley, playing with her phone. With no service counter in the way he could see that the hips on her small body went on for days. Again, not too much. Just enough to strain the capacity of her tight miniskirt. “Ohmigosh, like, thanks again for this. I just really, really need my mom off my back, y’know?”

“It will be my pleasure.” Benny replied accurately. He eyed the woman critically, finding absolutely nothing to complain of. Well, maybe she could have done with a thick, scaly tail, instead of the perky feather boa masquerading as a body part, but he could make allowances for species. “If you’re ready, I’ll need you to do a few things and this will take a little bit.”

“Okay.” Carly stood up and took a step closer to him. She only came up to his chest, a full two heads shorter than the saurian if you didn’t count her pointy ears. “Will it hurt at all? There isn’t, like, a shot is there?”

“Nah. Ought to feel nice, even. And no shots.” Chuckled the rex, deep voice rumbling up through him. [i]No shots. There’ll be an injection though.[/i] “Okay, first I need you to take off your panties.”

She froze, staring up at him. For a stretched moment Benny felt panic grip him. [i]Dammit, I’ve done it now. I’m screwed, asked too much, got too greedy…[/i] A blush spread across her cheeks under red-orange fur, and her ear twitched.

“…I’m, um…” Far from the expected shriek of outrage, Carly’s voice was meek, having lost something of its carbonated quality. She glanced down at the asphalt paving, covering her mouth with a hand. “I didn’t wear any today. Is that a problem?”

Dumbfounded, Benny felt a grin spread over his mouth. That took a while to reach the corners, on a rex mouth.

“You mean, you aren’t wearing [i]anything[/i] under that tiny little dress?” Her sheepish headshake sent a thrill running down his spine to make his slacks unbearably tight around his crotch. He was surprised that her miniskirt didn’t outright combust under the intensity of his stare. Sudden shyness looked good on the squirrel, made her even more desirable somehow. “That’s just fine.”

“Oh.” She managed to meet his gaze, smiling happily through her blush and twining her hands together behind her back. “I know it’s a little naughty, but I just think it feels better. It’s really okay?”

“Naughty is okay. I think it’s sexy.” Had she ever come into the shop before? Benny couldn’t remember. If so, he’d missed some opportunities for a glorious view, provided gratis by low shelves.

“Really? Like, thanks.” Giggled the squirrel, blissfully ignorant of his train of thought. Though, perhaps she would have been flattered as long as nobody told her she ought to be offended. Standards of politeness are funny like that.

“Yeah. Here, lean back against the wall again, I’ll start the… inspection.” While she did that he positioned himself in front of her, kneeling down onto the pavement on his knees. “First part might tickle a little bit.”

“Okay. I’ll try not to laugh too hard.”

Benny took a few moments to admire those hips from up close, rubbing a hand through the fur on either side of them, before pressing his nose up under the hem of her black skirt. Sure enough she giggled as he snuffled up the scent of her femininity, broad nose climbing up between her legs. Carly obligingly spread them a bit, the shift in position bringing her crotch closer in and her fur rubbing against the sides of his muzzle.

His scaled nose bumped against his target, smushing slightly at the pussy lips he couldn’t see due to the cloth hem in his eyes. Touch was just fine though. They felt plump, soft, inviting. And redolent with the smell of mammalian airhead. He could hear her muffling a laugh with her hand up above, and he decided to make it a little trickier, extending his tongue to lap over her vulva wetly.

“Benny! Sto-o-op!” Her protest was too riddled with high-pitched giggling to be even remotely effective. For that matter, the hands that reached down to press on his nose through the material of the dress weren’t making a credible attempt to push him away either. So he heeded the laughter and redoubling smell of female instead, and kept going for a few dozen licks. He slathered up her vagina generously with his saliva, and finished by tracing around her hard little clit vigorously. “That t-tickl- Ooh!”

A hint of salt told him that not quite all the moisture was his own spit any more, and he pulled out to look up at the chuckling-cum-thoughtful-cum-confused gaze of the squirrel he’d been tongueing. Benny idly noticed that the green-gray scales at the tip of his nose were glistening a little in the evening light. “Everything all right up there?”

“I’m fine.” Breathing hard, she patted him reassuringly on the top of the head. “It just, like, felt really weird.”

“Bad weird?”

“Nooooo….” Carly had to stop and think about that. If his impression of her was correct, she had to do that a lot. “It was nice, just weird. Can you taste if I’m pregnant?”

“Not for sure.” Benny lied, feeling only the slightest twinge through his arousal. He gave himself five to one odds that his pants might rip if he didn’t get out of them fast. “That’s just the first part anyway. Turn around and sort of brace yourself against the wall, and we’ll see.”

She nodded, and did as directed. The rex was pleased to see that her tail knew the score even if Carly as a whole remained clueless, hiking up and pulling the back of her skirt with it to give him a glorious view of her butt. More than that, as she hadn’t un-spread her legs while turning, he could see that her white belly fur extended down to just barely the inside of her thighs, and nestled in the pale fluff was her reddened rodent pussy. It dripped one wet drop down onto the hot asphalt of the alleyway.

His pants practically unzipped themselves under his hands. Benny didn’t have the patience to pull them off, only fishing his bulbous tapered cock out through the slot at the front of his underwear and the undone zipper. It had already pressed itself out of his cloaca without any help ages ago, and throbbed out a drop of his pre to join her discharge on the pavement.

“Now just let me do all the work, Carly.” Panted the rex, taking one fluffy butcheek in each hand to pull them apart. If he were any less needy right now he could have taken a good long look at both pussy and ass. Instead he bent his knees enough to put him in line, working his hips to poke around with his pointed tip. “Just need to- ahhh.”

The sigh of satisfaction came as his first inch slid smooth and easy into her wet cunt, and she let out a whimper to mirror it. Not a whimper of pain, by a long shot. Especially not the way she shivered herself down another few fractions onto him.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” She breathed into the brick wall in front of her, trembling. “That feels…”

While she was trying to decide how it felt, he pressed himself in further. Strangely, now that he was in all urge to hurry had drained out of him. Benny took his time, enjoying every molecule-width of the slow inward slide. Her pussy walls were soft, smooth, silky, and tight but yielding. The lack of texture if anything made it better. If her pussy had more texture he might have come at the same time he penetrated, but this smooth slipperiness made more an issue of the pressure than the friction.

That pressure grew as he sunk in and in and in, until to his surprise he bottomed out as much as the pants and underwear between his scales and her fur allowed. She’d taken all eight inches of the big dinosaur without any complaint, only trembling around him.

“Holy shit.”

“Uuuhhhh.” Carly agreed, moan of pleasure coming out uneven and husky. They could feel each other’s heartbeats through the penetration, the squirrel’s rapid light pulses overlaying the deeper throbs of Benny’s blood flow. The fluff of her tail twitched, slapping lightly against the side of his muzzle. He joined her in having to stop to process what was going on.

“I’m gonna… start the next part now, ok?” Panted the rex into her ear. He noticed that his right hand was pressed over hers on the brick wall that supported half of their weight at the moment. His palm covered most of her hand, but not as much as their respective sizes might have suggested. It irked him for just an instant. Tyrannosaur genes, small hands, it all went together.

“Uuuuhhhh.” That breathy moan sounded like an agreement to him, so he pulled out almost as slowly as he had gone in, hips straining to keep the movement steady. 

Then, halfway out, the soft wet [i]schlick[/i] of skin against skin made something inside him snap and he lunged. 

Their hips slammed together through the fabric of his slacks. Higher up his jaws opened and darted forward to close around the base of her neck in passion, pointed teeth closing hard enough to dent her skin but not shear through flesh. Her answering shriek didn’t sound fearful.

By the time the instinctive mating bite was successfully closed around her spine he was bottoming out in her for the third time, hips jerking back and forth like the cylinder of a drag-racer’s engine. Her incredible smoothness inside teased him, keeping him at the very edge of cumming even as he humped on and on for a small eternity. 

Pressure, wetness, and warmth together were enough to ensure that he couldn’t think of anything except rutting this exquisite little airhead, but there wasn’t enough friction to climax. So he couldn’t do anything except fuck the little mammal to the very limits of the speed and force his muscles would allow while she panted and whined dizzily into the brick wall he was fucking her into, just as lost as he in the repetitive fullness.

The only point of reference he could feel in the slippery squeeze was when his tip caught against something in her. A nook. An opening. Something that pushed in along with his tip while the rest of him stretched out the rest of her in indistinct pleasure that just kept building with no way to reach the flash point. Her cervix? That sounded right to his one unoccupied braincell. The entrance to her womb.

This idea caught the attention of the rest of him. [i]Rut her, fuck her full, put some eggs in there, watch her swell up-[/i] the litany drowned out other words as the sensation of being just barely on edge drowned out other thoughts and he licked at the furry neck between his jaws, a primal growl reverberating through him into her spine.

That made her go off. She squeezed and twitched and spurted, gushing around him so her juice fell to splatter against the ground. There was enough to hear it even through the haze of [i]fuck breed rut sex[/i]. And her orgasm was, just barely, enough extra squeezing against his cock to open the floodgates. 

Built up reservoirs of teased need ignited all at once, flaring up in an explosion that rocketed right out of him through his cock while muscles locked to shove him in as deep as possible in the clenching squirrel cunt. He came, with the flood of dino-jizz pulsing out of him right into her deepest depths in a load that went on long enough to make up for its long delay and then some, to fill her up and keep coming so that it forced its way back and out to join her femcum on the floor of the alley.

When hormones and need cleared out enough that Benny could think again, he abruptly realized that he had his teeth around Carly’s neck. He jerked back a few inches, coughing awkwardly while he inspected the damage. At least she didn’t look like she was bleeding. “Oh jeez. Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Huh?” The squirrel turned her neck far enough to look at him out of pleasure-glazed eyes. They cleared a little, surveying the look of awkwardness on the scaled face. “Do what?”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Nothing. Never mind.”

She blinked for a moment, remembering why they were out here in the first place. “So… Am I pregnant?”

His turn to blink in confusion; the rex had forgotten that part entirely. Benny reached forward, feeling at her stomach under the halter-top. Probably it was his imagination that she felt bloated out with his cum. Though he could definitely feel his hard on through her stomach. It made him shiver and pump a last little bit of his load in.

“…Yeah, I think so.” Gingerly he pulled back. Without the broad base of his cock to plug her open another gush of mixed sexual fluids poured out, expanding the puddle between their feet and- crap, soaking his pants even further too. It looked like he’d dumped the better part of a water bottle out over his lap, with smears of mayonnaise to boot. “Ugh. I gotta clean these.”

“My skirt too.” Carly turned to rest her back against the brick, lifting the hem of her skirt as much as it would go to look over the soaked part of the front. She smirked, then added; “Like. Totally worth it though. That was awesome. Mom’s gonna chew me out so bad for getting knocked up though.”

“Eh.” The guilt that had been held at bay by arousal came back. It couldn’t fight its way through afterglow very much better, though. He joined her in leaning against the wall, to give his shaking legs the semblance of a break. Just how long had they been- He checked his watch. [i]Almost half an hour?! Holy crap. Yeah, worth.[/i] “Not the end of the world.”

“Guess not.” She admitted, wiping at her brow. It was still pretty warm out. “…Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you, like…” The squirrel fluttered her eyelids at him again. It looked intentional that time. “Check again? Just to be sure?”

She didn’t have to say ‘and that felt absolutely fucking fantastic so I want more’. Her tone did it for her.

“Give me like… ten minutes?” Benny nodded. His cock, which had been retreating back into his cloaca through his ruined pants and underwear, gave a little jump to promise imminent return before going back to its retreat. Another thought, something like the one that had started all of this, popped into his head. “Say. If you’re pregnant anyway, it probably wouldn’t hurt anything to hang around with a guy a lot more.”

“Like… maybe a big, strong, handsome dinosaur guy?”

Maybe, in certain specialized ways, this airhead could actually be fairly clever. Benny smiled. “…Maybe?”

“Sounds good.”

A few more moments of companionable silence.

“Want to go get dinner?” Asked the rex.

Carly tapped at her chin thoughtfully. “Before or after checking again?” 

“I think we should check again before we go. And then to make extra sure, again after.” Benny though about their dripping clothes before adding a bit more; “We can stop by my place to use the washing machine.”

She leaned into his side. “Perfect.”

[center]***[/center]

The ‘test’ turned out to be completely right. Or maybe it was the fifth test, on the next day. Or possibly the twentieth later that week. The thousandth a year and a half later, after the wedding, was right too.

It was a good test.



[center]The End[/center]