Krkthal was strolling through the miniature Japanese-style gardens on the Delameter Estate grounds. It was a July summer day in Northern California in 2045, and Krkthal was finally out of school for the summer. Life in school had significantly improved since the issues around his enrollment in the California school system had been resolved. Now he was six years old, and in sixth grade. He thought about the concordance of being six years old in sixth grade. Although he was only six chronologically, his age maturity-wise was more akin to a twelve to thirteen year old human. He stopped for a moment to admire one of the koi ponds that the stone walkway he was on bridged over. His keen eyesight could clearly see the various amber and black spotted fish lazily gliding through the water beneath him. He casually walked over to the small pagoda in the center of the gardens that he and his adoptive human father, Chris often sat under to meditate. The Dein was about to sit down when he suddenly felt his diaper warm up and swell as he began to pee. He gave a sigh of satisfaction as he relieved himself into his padding, enjoying the feeling of the clothlike diaper expanding between his legs and warming up. As he regained his composure, he decided he’d sit down later and walk around a little more to enjoy his freshly wet padding. The Dein thought he’d go to admire the strangely shaped trees that were classic to Japanese gardens. The small metal plaque on the ground at the base marked them as Japanese Black Pines. He had always wondered how these trees had evolved — been bred — to grow in such odd shapes. Krkthal, having decided to go sit down and read his book back at the pagoda, began the trip to said spot, when he began to feel an odd sensation from the vicinity of his cloaca. He had been getting this odd feeling more often lately; it was oddly pleasant, yet simultaneously awkward. This time though the sensation was a little stronger than usual. Is my cloaca dirty? Krkthal thought to himself. He’d recently learned to change his own diapers, but he still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of cleaning himself thoroughly. He decided he’d go ask Chris about both of these issues. His father was usually able to solve most issues, and when he couldn’t; he always had some words of wisdom to help Krkthal solve the issue himself. Upon entering the library, which was the main room in the Delameter Estate other than the dining room, he found his father in front of the TV watching one of his various vintage DVD or Blu-Ray movies that he owned. “What movie is that?” Krkthal asked as he took a glance at the scene playing out on the screen. Chris nearly flew off the couch in surprise.“Woah Krkthal! Geez you startled me!” Suddenly aware of what he was watching, the man continued. “Krkthal, you’re not old enough to watch this movie!” “Dad, I have a question for you though.” Chris grabbed the remote, paused the movie and turned off the television. “Yes, what is it?” “I was out walking in the gardens outside when I got this weird feeling around my uhhh, you know, cloaca. I was wondering if you could help and see if I didn’t clean it well enough or if it’s something else.” The unfeathered parts of Krkthal’s muzzle reddened in a blush as his feathers flattened against his body. “Sure! I know you’re still getting the hang of cleaning yourself,” Chris said as he got up and gestured to the changing table in the corner. “Thanks Dad. I’ve been getting this feeling a lot lately, and right now it’s worse than it’s usually been.” Krkthal hopped up on the changing table and spread his legs, revealing his soggy, swollen padding with its bright blue wetness indicator line and slight yellow hue. “Looks like you needed a change anyway,” Chris said as he untaped the diaper and folded it back. What Chris saw partially shocked him, but he’d known that it was around that time in Krkthal’s life when this sort of thing would start happening. Krkthal’s penis was protruding from his cloaca and was sticking out a fair distance. Upon seeing his own member for the first time, Krkthal was startled. “Uhh, Dad, what is that?!” he asked worriedly. “Don’t worry Krkthal, that’s called your penis, you’ve probably never seen it before because you were too young. That’s what’s been giving you that odd feeling.” On seeing the worried expression on his son’s face Chris added. “Don’t worry it’s completely natural for a male raptor of your age to have this come out of your cloaca at times. It’s about time you and I discussed this sort of thing anyway.” Krkthal stared back between his legs at the newly discovered body part. It was certainly his, he could feel it move when he moved, and it was very sensitive...as he found out when he touched it. “So I’ve had this my whole life and just not seen it?” Krkthal asked, slightly confused. “It’s different for raptors than it is for humans. We male humans also have a penis, but it’s outside of our bodies all the time, so we usually discover it when we’re quite young, even if we don’t know exactly what it does yet. However we don’t have a cloaca; raptors do, and so until you started hitting what’s called puberty, which I’ll explain more on in a moment, your penis never came out of your cloaca. Now that it has though, what do you think? Pretty neat isn’t it?” Chris said with a smile. Krkthal wriggled his body a little and watched as his member waggled between his legs. “So Dad, what was that word you mentioned a moment ago, you called it ‘puberty’?” “Yes, we humans usually go through it around the age of thirteen to fifteen. Seeing as you are a Deinonychus and six years old, and Deins have an accelerated growth pattern until maturity, I’d say you’ve hit raptor puberty by now. Puberty is the time in our lives when our bodies begin to prepare for mating. Now, I told you long ago that eggs happen when a male raptor and a female raptor really love each other. Same goes for humans but we have a baby rather than an egg. However, there’s a bit that goes on in between the whole love and egg or baby part.” Krkthal was listening intently to his father but he couldn’t stop glancing at his newly discovered body part, which was bright pink and glistened with a slight moisture. Chris tapped a finger against the wooden changing table. “So, ummm, how do I explain this exactly? There’s plenty of sex-ed books out there for humans, but they’d be pretty much useless for you, so I guess I’ll have to teach it to you the old fashioned way, father to son.” Krkthal nodded, his curiosity sparked. “Okay, I know you like your diapers, but since you just peed, and I need to show you some stuff, do you mind if we leave your diapers off for a few minutes?” Chris asked. “Sure, Dad!” Krkthal said. He was curious to learn about the concept, although it was a bit awkward having to leave his diaper off, despite the fact that he couldn’t get enough of his newly discovered member. “So, when a male raptor and a female raptor really love each other, and the male and female agree that they want to mate, the male will usually have his penis out by then. Now there are multiple ways to have your penis come out, though being a human, I’d be a poor guide as to that. In order for the female to have an egg, the male will have to give her something first,” Chris began. “What’s that?” Krkthal asked. “Well it’s not so much an object as it is a substance. You see, when a male gets really excited in a sexual way, his penis will squirt out a white, sticky fluid called semen in a process called ejaculation, though there’s a lot of better names for it. Cum is most commonly used. When this happens, the male will feel an amazing feeling, trust me, it’s pretty much the best feeling a male will ever have. “ “Sounds cool! What’s it like?” “I can’t really describe it; you’ll have to feel it for yourself. Now this feeling is called an orgasm. If a male wants to simply have an orgasm and ejaculate for the fun of it, the male will usually find a way to stimulate his penis himself. This can be done by rubbing it on something soft, or by rubbing it with his hand. Always wash your hands before you try this yourself though, your penis is very sensitive and can easily get infected if your hands are dirty. Now when a male does this for fun, it’s called masturbation. Are you getting all this?” “Yeah, so if I wanna feel really good and ejaculate myself, I masturbate until it happens?” Krkthal asked. “Exactly! Now onto the other form of ejaculation. When a male and a female agree they want to have an egg, the male will give her his semen, but this requires the male to mate with her. Female raptors have a different cloaca than males, and they have no penises. Instead, when the male wants to have an egg with the female, the male will stick his penis into her cloaca.” “Eww, doesn’t a female pee and poop out of there too?” Krkthal exclaimed with a look of disgust on his muzzle. “Yes, but don’t worry, a female raptor’s cloaca is actually much cleaner than you might think, and trust me, if you think that masturbating sounds fun, this is infinitely better. The male will then stimulate his penis by sliding it in and out of the female’s cloaca until he ejaculates into her. That is how a raptor couple has eggs. The biology behind it is a bit more complicated, and also the whole emotional aspect behind it is much broader than I’ve managed to explain.” Chris’s voice then took on a much firmer tone. “However, there are three points that I will make very clear. First, a female can only have eggs with a male when she is in what’s called heat. It’s a time of year when females are able to produce an egg after mating. If you or the female do not want to have eggs, but still have sex, it is best do it outside of that period of time so the female won’t have an egg. “Second, you must always ask before you have sex with anyone, and if they say no, you stop immediately. Sex is a very personal and intimate thing for humans and raptors, and to violate that personal barrier can result in very severe consequences. “Third and finally, you are not old enough to have sex with a female yet. “ “I know it sounds like I’m limiting you, but it’s for your own good. You must not mate with a female until you are old enough, and only when the female is also that age. Also, if anyone asks you to have sex, or to show them your cloaca or penis, you immediately leave and tell me, Uncle Erik, or any adult you are with. Unless they are changing your diaper or are doing a medical procedure on that part, nobody and I mean nobody, should see your cloaca or penis. Ever. Never let anyone other than a doctor, myself, or Uncle Erik touch your cloaca or penis and even then only if we’re changing your diaper, helping you clean up or examining you. Even when you're older, only let us touch you there if you explicitly give us permission. If somebody touches you there, immediately leave and tell me, Uncle Erik, or another trusted adult human. I know I told you about stranger danger a long time ago; this is a continuation of that part. Am I perfectly clear on all of this?” At the stern countenance of his father, the Dein nodded. “Yes Dad, I understand. I have a few questions though.” “Go ahead son. Ask away.” “If I’m not old enough to mate yet, when will I be old enough?” Chris pondered how to best answer that question. Age of consent laws were murky even for humans, let alone a synthetic organism that was still in legal limbo. “Good question, the government has an age at which humans are allowed to mate. For us, that ranges from sixteen to eighteen, depending on the state. In California, it’s eighteen. However due to your still limited legal status and because the laws don’t account for how raptors mature differently than humans, I highly suggest avoiding mating until this is made clear.” Krkthal nodded in understanding. “Okay Dad, I hope that happens someday soon so I can maybe have a mate. My second question is similar. When will I be old enough to masturbate?” “You’re old enough to masturbate right now, but you must only masturbate in private and when you are alone, it is very illegal — and rude — to do it in public or in front of anyone.” “How can something so natural be made so complicated?” Chris sighed. That question was bound to come up. “They’re there to prevent people from hurting others and getting hurt in the process of mating. The rules are for your own good, and remember, you must never break these rules. I did that when I was seventeen and I suffered some serious consequences.” “So what happened?” Krkthal asked. “I’ll tell you more about that when you’re a little older,” Chris replied. “But I don’t want you to suffer the same consequences I did.” “Ooh, so I’m old enough to have an orgasm and ejaculate now?” “Yes, you are. I’m sure this is all very exciting, but I think it’s about time we wrapped up this conversation and got you into a clean diaper before you end up having an accident on the table.” Krkthal nodded and Chris proceeded to change him into a fresh diaper, taking care to avoid the Dein’s now subsiding erection. “Okay Krkthal, now that that’s over with, I’m going to continue my movie, but that means you need to leave, since it’s R-rated, and even though you grow up faster than a human, you’re still a ways away from watching that kind of stuff. You wanna go play something in the game room? I’ll give you the keys if you promise to be careful with the vintage consoles. Some of them are older than your dad, like the Nintendo 64.” “I think I’ll go watch some TV there instead. Faye introduced me to this old show from a while back called Camp Cretaceous. “Ooh, I remember when that came out on an old platform called Netflix, nowadays you can just stream it from anywhere though, you know how to work the TV in there right?” Krkthal nodded. “Okay,” Chris said as he took the magnetic key from his pocket and handed it to Krkthal, who was about to bound off down the hall when Chris piped up again. “Remember, don’t touch the dartboard or pool table stuff without asking me please, it’s all quite expensive, and also, watch your claws, there’s a lot of wood in there.” “And stay out of my liquor cabinet! You can’t have stuff like that yet!” he quickly added By the time Chris said the last part, Krkthal was already well through the mansion towards the game room. “I should’ve explained to him that alcohol comes at a certain age too, dammit,” Chris muttered to himself as he switched on the TV and resumed his movie; an old favorite of his called Chappie. Chris found it amusing how the robot Chappie was a sapient artificial lifeform of a sort that was struggling to understand the world around him as one of a kind, only Chappie had gangsters for parents, Krkthal had a scholar. *** Krkthal arrived at the game room, which was marked by a wood-framed glass paned door with a small black square beneath the door handle. Krkthal held up the magnetic key to the square, and an audible click could be heard as it unlocked. Krkthal opened the door and left it open in case Chris needed him; there was only one set of keys to the game room. The room was built around a large wooden pool table with green felt and the standard multi colored numbered balls. A rack on the far left wall held the cues and other various accessories. On the right wall was a dartboard with several metal darts stuck in it. Finally on the far wall was a television, slightly smaller than the one in the library, and certainly older. Displayed beneath it, and still in working order, were a first generation Xbox, an Xbox One, a Playstation Five, and a Nintendo 64. Krkthal was seldom allowed to use the oldest ones, and even then, Chris was relatively strict with his vintage electronics in general. The TV however, despite its apparent age, was fully autonomous and functioned as a video streaming device as well as a DVD/Blu-Ray player. Krkthal grabbed the remote which was neatly set at the television’s base, and powered it up. After selecting the streaming program, a universal platform that had bought the rights to various works over the years, he typed in Camp Cretaceous on the tiny keyboard built into the remote. A list of the episodes came up and he selected the one he hadn’t finished watching yet, the third episode of the first season, “The Cattle Drive”. He nestled into the couch, letting his tail drape over the side. As he did so, he felt his diaper glide against his cloaca, eliciting the same sensations he had felt earlier. Chittering softly, he sank further into the couch and watched as the show began. Currently, he was at the scene where the children caused the stampede of dinosaurs. Soon, the young raptor was engrossed in the world of Camp Cretaceous and the tropical island of Isla Nublar. *** By the time the credits of Chappie rolled, Chris got up from the couch and turned off the television. He ejected the disk and neatly returned it to its spot in the adult section of his movie shelves. He decided to see what Krkthal was doing in the game room. He exited the library and headed over to the aforementioned room. And inside nestled on the couch, was the raptor, engrossed in the adventures of the campers on Isla Nublar. “Enjoying your show?” Chris asked “Yep!” Krkthal replied as he paused the show.. There was then the sound of his stomach grumbling. “So what’s for lunch?” “Well, I was going to have my usual turkey and cheese sandwich, you want some steak or pork chop?” “Pork chop, please!” Krkthal said as he got up off the couch. His now wet and puffy diaper sagged and swayed with each step. A slight reddish tint on the unfeathered part of his muzzle indicated how he felt about the wet diaper hanging between his legs. “Okay,” Chris said. Upon noticing Krkthal’s relatively soggy padding, Chris asked the usual question. “You want a change Krkthal or do you want to do it yourself?” he asked. Chris then gave a grin and added. “Or you could always stay in it longer as I know you love to do.” “Hehehe, you caught me, Dad,” Krkthal said, his mouth open in the theropodian display of pleasure. “I think I’ll stay in it.” “Just remember to change before you leak or get a rash.” “Okay!” Krkthal then followed his father to the kitchen and dining room whereupon the raptor sat at his usual spot. As he had grown larger, he no longer needed the booster seat, though he was still barely tall enough when sitting to easily use the table. He sniffed the air. “Smells like steak.” “That’s right. That was last night’s dinner,” Chris said as he opened the refrigerator. He got out some organic sliced turkey and organic provolone cheese, along with a container of mayonnaise. He then grabbed a pair of slices of bread and placed them on a cutting board. He spread some mayonnaise on the bread before laying a couple of slices of cut cheese and turkey on the bread. He then put the bread slices together and cut it down the middle. “Just like I’ve always made these,” Chris said as he put the bread aside and began preparing Krkthal’s meal. As usual, Krkthal’s meal was simple: just a raw pork chop from one of the heritage breeds of pig from the local butcher at the small grocery store in town. He had made a deal years ago with said butcher for a supply of quality meats in return for various services from advertising to the occasional car repair. The fresh pork chop was taken out of the refrigerator, warmed up in the microwave and placed on a plate which was placed in front of Krkthal. The Dein looked at the meal and inhaled the ferric aroma of the fresh meat. “Mmm, smells delicious,” he said. He watched as Chris washed his hands in the sink before taking a seat next to his son. “Well, would you like anything to drink?” Chris asked. “Can I have some water, please?” Krkthal asked as he gently began tearing the porkchop apart. “Sure!” Chris then got up and grabbed one of Krkthal’s special cups. Despite their appearance suggesting they were for younger children, the silicone sleeves were necessary as the raptor still had some trouble getting a good grip on the smooth glass surface due to his hands having scutes — and clawed fingers — rather than flesh. Chris set the drink down next to Krkthal’s plate and returned to his own seat across the table. The pair ate in relative silence until Krkthal spoke up despite being in the midst of chewing a piece of pork chop. “So Dad, about our conversation earlier, why did my penis come out right then of all times? I was just walking around outside, it’s not like I did anything special.” “Ahem, what have I said about talking with your mouth full?” Chris admonished. Krkthal proceeded to finish chewing and swallowing before continuing. “Did you hear my question?” “Yes I did. Well, it’s sort of subjective as to what sexually arouses a male human or raptor. Are you sure there’s nothing you did before you got that feeling?” Chris had a sneaking suspicion of why Krkthal had become aroused while outside. He had walked in with a freshly wet diaper, and judging by his history of enjoying his used diapers, he figured it had evolved into a sexual pleasure as well as a regular fun activity. “Well, I did pee right before then, and my diaper was really warm and soft, and it felt really good. Could that be it?” “Yep! Every male has certain things that arouse them, and if I’m not mistaking, your freshly wet diaper is what aroused you. Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with you sexually enjoying your diapers, I was pretty sure that it would become a sexual pleasure for you once you got to be this age,” Chris said. “Okay.” “How’s your lunch? Bet it’s pretty good,” Chris asked. Krkthal nodded as he took another bite of the pork chop. “Yeah it’s delicious! How’s yours, Dad?” Chris finished swallowing a bite and smiled. “Just as good as always!” “So, I was wondering, are there any books to help me learn more about this stuff?” “I’m afraid not, simply because you raptors are so new, nobody’s had the time to even consider writing one.” Krkthal clicked his claws against the wooden table and thought for a moment. “What about something that’s close enough?” “Well, I guess we can try some old paleontology books and maybe some books on chickens. Though your reproductive anatomy is actually more like that of an ostrich since chickens don’t have a penis.” “They farm ostriches, right? So maybe some books on ostrich breeding?” Krkthal’s flattened feathers and the reddened flesh on his muzzle indicated how he felt about asking for books on ostrich breeding. “To be honest though, having helped design your reconstructed phenotype with Uncle Erik, I think we’d be the best people to write a book on the subject. I actually redesigned the raptor’s entire reproductive and urinary systems to be more like what we believe dinosaurs were like, and since dinosaurs predate ostriches, many aspects of dinosaur anatomy are simply unique to dinosaurs alone, birds evolved many traits after the end of the Mesozoic. For example, ostrich pee is white because their kidneys evolved to produce uric acid rather than regular urine. However, that was a more recent adaptation in the line of birds, hence why your pee is yellow like a mammal’s.” “Oooh! I get to contribute to science! But it’s kind of weird that it’s about my pee, diapers and my...you know.” “I can’t blame you, but I know you enjoy those things anyway. Besides, you’ll be an example for future raptors to learn from!” Chris then finished his meal and put both his and Krkthal’s plates into the dishwasher and washed his hands. “I’ve got to do some work in my study, I have plenty of new stuff to add to your growth logs.” Krkthal finished off his cup and placed it in the dishwasher. “Can I go upstairs to my room for a while?” Krkthal asked. “You don’t want to stay down here and watch a movie or something?” Chris asked. “I was hoping to go uhhh… you know… ummm...” Krkthal stammered, blushing the whole while. “I get it, you wanna try it for the first time, don’t worry go ahead.” *** Chris was seated inside his study with a log of Krkthal’s growth milestones and general health records opened on his computer. He started a new log and began typing. July 20, 2045 The day has come that I knew would be coming for the past six years. Krkthal came to me today wondering about a feeling he had with his cloaca and asked me to help clean it. Well his cloaca was perfectly clean, but he had his first real erection. His phallus was similar in appearance to that of the Velociraptors back at the Compound, but we’ve yet to see any of the larger raptors reach that age yet. Our Deinonychus are just beginning to reach that age, Krkthal being one of them. Krkthal’s phallus was completely healthy with no signs of any deformity from the reconstruction process. Phallus was slightly moist with natural lubricants and was tapered with a small pointed head. This is similar to our Velociraptors, but obviously larger. Seeing that he is not fully grown yet, his phallus was smaller than full sized, but he certainly has reached the age at which he should be able to ejaculate. Currently, it is not yet confirmed if he can ejaculate but he can sustain an erection and his phallus is capable of natural lubrication, which leads me to believe that his genital system is fully functional and that he has no endocrine related problems. However, I should be able to get a definitive answer to that question by this evening if what I suspect is true. No more than five minutes ago, Krkthal decided to go to his room in order to, what I can only assume is, try and masturbate for the first time. If he does ejaculate, I will ask him, mainly because it is necessary to ascertain as to whether he can yet. This will be important as we are no longer able to produce raptors via DNA synthesis and incubation after the incident at Mesozoic Zoo. In order to ensure that this new race of people does not die out, the existing population must be fertile. If Krkthal is “productive” this evening, I will attempt to obtain and analyze a sample of his semen to see if he is properly producing sperm. *** Krkthal had arrived at his bedroom on the second floor directly above the foyer, which gave his room a perfect view out in front of the house. He quickly went into his bathroom and washed his hands as his father had instructed him to. The Dein had been excited to try masturbating for the first time ever since the moment his father had told him he would be able to. The only issue now was; his penis wasn’t all out and stiff now, and he wasn’t quite sure how to get it like that. He decided that if he’d gotten aroused when he peed his diaper earlier, he should try that again. Krkthal had never really considered peeing on purpose before, it happened usually out of his conscious control, so he’d never given it much thought. He wondered; he couldn’t stop himself from peeing, but maybe he could do it on purpose. Krkthal lifted his tail and simply did what he felt himself normally do whenever he peed unconsciously. He relaxed himself and sure enough his diaper began to warm up and swell between his legs. He gave a sigh at the sensation. Once again there was that odd tickling sensation around his cloaca. He reached down with his hand and rubbed his diaper a little. A shudder ran through him as he realized how squishy and warm his soggy diaper was to the touch. Soon he felt a hard lump forming under the padding. Not slightly giving to the touch like when he had a messy diaper but rigid. Indeed, he could feel his member straining at the confines of his soggy diaper. “Okay, so now that it’s out, I guess I just take this thing off and rub it?” Krkthal said to himself as he began untaping his diaper. He quickly removed his diaper, releasing the familiar and pleasing scent of dromaeosaur urine and baby powder into the air, and looked down between his legs, and sure enough, there was his penis, with its tapered shaft and pointed head, slightly glistening with moisture. Krkthal sat down and rolled onto his back, which he felt was the easiest way to reach his penis since he could curl his body forward a little to better access it. “Well, here I go,” he said to himself as he reached back between his legs and gently grasped his moist penis. He shuddered at the sensation, it was very sensitive. He began rubbing it up and down, and moaned at the immediate feeling it brought him. As he continued to stroke, he felt a strangely familiar pressure inside of himself; it was the same sensation he felt shortly before he wet his diapers. It was certainly a pleasing sensation, and it was increasing as he continued to rub his member. He moaned again as a small bead of clearish liquid formed at the tip of his penis. And before he knew it, a surge of burning hot pleasure enveloped him as he continued to rub. He could feel something approaching, he assumed it was what his father had called an “orgasm.” He began rubbing harder and faster as the sensation became almost unbearable, his pleasure soaring to heights he’d previously never imagined possible. “Uhhh, uhh, ahh, aaaaaaahhhh!” he cried as suddenly a wave of sheer hot pleasure swept through him. He watched as his penis throbbed, and a practical fountain of white sticky liquid squirted out in pulses, as waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Seemingly copious amounts of the stuff squirted from his member and landed in sticky ropes all over his chest and the floor around him. After what felt like an eternity, he felt the sensation of ecstasy dying down. Spent, the Dein flopped onto his back and basked in the afterglow of his first orgasm. The air was thick with the scent of his fluids but the smell was pleasing rather than offensive. There was then a knock on the door. “Krkthal, is everything okay? I thought I heard you yell.” Krkthal’s feathers flattened as he realized how loud he was when he orgasmed and that he was now lying in a mess of his own semen with his penis all the way out. “Uh, I’m okay!” “Can I come in?” “Sure!” There was a click and the door opened as Chris entered. In his hand was a pipette and an eppendorf tube. “Well,” he said. “Certainly looks like you had a good time.” “Uh, what’s that for?” Krkthal asked as he spied the equipment in his father’s hand. “It’s nothing to be worried about.” Chris then pipetted up the largest glob from the floor, and placed it in the tube before snapping it shut. “I just want to check if your semen looks right and to make sure you’re all healthy.” “Okay.” “Now then,” Chris said as he began to close the door. “Can I trust you to get everything cleaned up and yourself diapered while I go analyze the sample?” “Sure, Dad!” Krkthal sat up and looked over the mess on his chest and the floor after his father left. The liquid was milky white, semi-clear, and sticky to the touch, and it had a strong, yet strangely pleasing odor. Fascinated, Krkthal swept up a large glob of the stuff off of his penis onto one of his fingers to get a better look at it. “I wonder…” he said softly. Curiosity sparked, he licked off the glob on his finger. The taste was strong, slightly salty and just like the smell, strangely pleasant. He decided he’d better get started cleaning and re-diapered before he made another mess that’d be slightly less fun to clean up. Cleanup wasn’t that hard with the baby wipes. Once he was done cleaning the cum off his chest, he decided to get diapered again. Upon seeing his already wet diaper, which was still warm to the touch, the Dein had a slightly naughty idea. Chittering in amusement, he picked up his wet diaper and began rediapering himself. It wasn’t too hard: lay down on the diaper, pull the front through between his legs, tape up the diaper, roll onto his side and fasten the tape on the back for his tail. After checking to make sure all the gathers were in place — and with the unfeathered parts of his muzzle reddened and feathers flattened from the fact that he had just put on a diaper that he had already peed in — Krkthal got to work cleaning up after himself. *** Inside the clean-room laboratory underneath the Delameter Estate, which was just as well equipped as the one at the Greenfield Genetics campus (save the plumbed in liquid nitrogen), Chris was getting ready to examine the sample from Krkthal. He pipetted out a sample of the viscous fluid and placed it on a slide. After placing a cover glass and putting it under the microscope, he conducted his examination. After a few minutes, of examining, he wrote down the results in his notebook: Morphologically normal sperm is approximately 96% of the sample, well above average as compared to Gallus gallus domesticus (Domestic Chicken). Sperm is similar in shape to that of Gallus gallus domesticus (Domestic Chicken). The sound of the cell counting machine finishing its task got his attention and he looked at the results on the screen: 5.67x109/ml. In his notebook was the next entry: Concentration of the sperm in the sample is comparable to that of the Struthio camelus (Common Ostrich). Next up was a panel of biochemical tests to determine the concentration of salts, sugars and various other components of the semen. After the analysis was finished, he looked at the results. It was very similar to the semen of chickens but with a higher fructose content, likely to account for the higher sperm concentration. After cleaning up and washing his hands, he headed back upstairs to reunite with his son. He certainly wanted to congratulate him on his first try, he had been extremely productive. Chris himself had not successfully orgasmed until the late age of seventeen, and even then only from the advice of a now long-lost friend. Chris knocked on Krkthal’s door. “Come in!” the Dein replied. Chris then entered the room, which was now perfectly spotless. Krkthal was lounging on his nest of pillows with his wet diaper on full display. In his hands was a copy of The Hobbit. “So, Dad, what brings you here?” “Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on growing up,” Chris said. “And good news, you’re perfectly healthy and on your way to becoming a fine adult raptor!” “Aww, thanks!” There was slight redness to the unfeathered parts of Krkthal’s muzzle as he got up from the nest-bed and enveloped his father in a feathery hug. “But you’ll always be my son,” Chris replied as Krkthal nuzzled him. “I love you, Dad,” Krkthal said as he pushed his head into Chris’s chest. “I love you too, now, do you want to watch a movie before we have dinner?” “Uh huh!” The Dein released his hug and sat down in his nest. His diaper squished gently under him as he did so. “What movie would you like to watch?” Krkthal clicked his claws together. “How about Jurassic Park?” “An interesting choice, but a good one nonetheless. Chris then looked at the Dein’s soggy diaper, its blue stripe indicating the state of his padding. “Now, let’s get you changed first. I don’t want you leaking on my couch.” Krkthal huffed. “Aww, do I have to?” “Yes. I’ll give you some privacy so you can change your diaper. Or would you like me to change you instead?” The Dein was keenly aware of the soggy padding hugging around his cloaca and how the soft, squishy interior of his soaked diaper felt against it. Already, he could feel that familiar tingling sensation. “Um,” he said, feathers flattened. “I think I’ll handle it myself this time.” Chris nodded. “Okay. Just let me know if you need any help.” He then shut the door, leaving Krkthal alone in the room. Once the Dein heard the door click, he let out a sigh. He took out a fresh diaper from his stash. Pampers had continued its deal with Greenfield Genetics to create diapers for the raptors. Krkthal’s were a size three raptor diaper; the diapers had the same minimalistic design as the ones he had worn all his life. These had two primary tapes and a single tape for the tail. He held the fresh padding to his snout and took a deep sniff. He rumbled in pleasure as the trademark powdery-perfume aroma of Pampers filled his muzzle. He then mounted his changing table with his diaper. An open tub of wipes was next to him. As he did so, he saw how his diaper swayed and sagged with each step. Before he laid down, he gently hefted his drooping diaper. “Wow, I sure did a number on this one! Looks like Dad was right, I should change!” It was then that he felt that familiar sensation in his stomach and pressure in his cloaca. “Better now than during the movie,” Krkthal muttered. He spread his legs slightly as he adjusted his stance. His tail lifted up and he felt a firm mess sliding out of his cloaca with no resistance. His feathers flattened as he realized that the way his diaper sagged with his mess was actually quite pleasant. After he was done, his tail lowered and the Dein gently reached behind himself to determine how bad it was. He sighed in relief as he felt the firm mass inside his diaper; it wasn’t big and it was solid so the clean up wouldn’t be too bad. Krkthal then undid the tail tape of his well used padding. He squeaked a bit as the cool air rushed in and touched his cloaca. With one hand supporting his full diaper, he undid the tapes at the waist and gently lowered it to the changing table. “Ugh,” He muttered as the stench of his own droppings quickly filled the room. While he enjoyed the scent of his semen and urine, this was certainly not as pleasant. He grabbed the spray bottle of essential oil sitting next to the wipes and gave the air a few spritzes. The scent of his dirty diaper was soon banished and replaced by the woody-herbaceous-resin scent of spruce and pine. The Dein then grabbed a handful of wipes and began cleaning his diaper area and cloaca. Like he had been taught, he even made sure to get his finger just a little bit into the cloaca to make sure everything was clean. To his chagrin, he realized that he may have used a few too many wipes as the diaper was practically buried under the pile. On the plus side, it did help cut down on the odor and he wasn’t really keen on seeing the mess he made inside his diaper. Pushing the soiled padding aside, he unfolded the fresh diaper, and laid down on it. Smearing some ointment on his fingers, he applied it on his cloaca. Then he powdered his diaper area. “And now my favorite part,” he said with a chitter as he reached between his legs and pulled the front of the diaper up and over his cloaca and pubic boot and taped it up. After a quick check to ensure the leg gathers were in place, he did up the tail tape. He then gave his fresh diaper a firm rub, reveling in how it crinkled and rustled under his touch. Krkthal then bundled up his soiled diaper and threw it in the diaper pail. After washing his hands in the attached bathroom, he headed downstairs to the library. Chris was downstairs with the movie ready on the TV. “All changed and ready?” Krkthal nodded as he sat on the sofa. “Pass the popcorn.” It was a phrase he picked up from his friends at school. “Well, I’m not sure if you can eat popcorn but how about some pork rinds instead?” “Sure!” Chris headed to the kitchen. A partially opened bag of pork rinds was pulled out of the kitchen and poured into two bowls. He placed them onto a tray and headed back to the library. “I’m back with the ‘popcorn’!” Chris said as he sat down beside Krkthal and handed him the second tray. “Thanks!” Krkthal picked up a few of the crunchy morsels and ate them. “And I guess it’s time for the movie?” Chris nodded and turned on the TV. He carefully opened the case of the collector’s edition of Jurassic Park and placed the DVD into the player. Once that was done, he waited for the disc to read and soon, there was the slightly ominous sound of nighttime insects playing over the famous globe logo of Universal Studios. The opening then faded into a view of a nighttime operation in the jungle where a group of workers were preparing to transfer what appeared to be some sort of animal into an enclosure. The words “Isla Nublar 120 Miles West of Costa Rica” then appeared on the bottom. The Dein nibbled on his pork rinds as he watched in rapt attention. Soon, there was the famous scene where Jophery gets pulled into the enclosure all while the workers were jabbing the raptor inside with electric prods and Muldoon exhorting people to shoot the raptor. “So,” Krkthal began, feeling a little uncomfortable at the scene. “Has anything like that ever happened at the Mesozoic Zoo?” He had not been fully exposed to the zoo itself both for practical reasons (the zoo was several hundred miles away from California) and for ethical reasons (it would seem rather cruel to expose a young child to such a situation where they would see others so much like them in cages). The one time he had been to the zoo happened to be for its closure. “No. We’ve made a lot of improvements in how we treat animals,” Chris said. “That would never be allowed in any zoo today and Mesozoic Zoo has been shut down after Brcklcas’s group escaped. Compound Nine is basically an enclosed town; it’s nothing like a zoo.” “Okay.” Krkthal then resumed watching the film. Now the scene had changed to an archeological dig in Montana. When the scene showed the hatching of the baby raptor in Jurassic Park, Krkthal again spoke up. “So, Dad, did this movie inspire you and Uncle Erik to make me and the other raptors?” “Partially, yes, but the real inspiration came from your Uncle Erik, and of course, the man who theorized the possibility of your recreation, Jack Horner.” “Cool! Too bad Jack Horner died before I was hatched. l bet he’d have loved to meet me and the other raptors.” Some more pork rinds went into the Dein’s toothy maw. Chris nodded. “I’m sure he would have loved to.” The duo then continued watching the movie in silence. As the credits rolled, Chris shut off the DVD player and carefully put the DVD back in its case and then reverently placed it back into his vast collection of movies. “So, what’d you think,” Chris asked. “It’s really good but I’m not a fan of the raptors; they don’t look anything like the ones I’ve met. I actually think they’re kind of ugly. Also, I kind of want to see you and Uncle Erik bring back the other dinosaurs like you did to me and the others,” Krkthal said. Despite his words, he actually sounded slightly disappointed. “Well, the movie was made back before they knew raptors had feathers. And the thing is, we’re no longer allowed to repeat the experiments that gave rise to you and the other raptors. And even if we were, the other dinosaurs aren’t closely related enough to birds to recreate them the same way we did with you and the other raptors. The Compies were extremely hard to reconstruct due to their very distant relationship to modern day birds and initial plans to recreate Dilophosaurus and Eoraptor were cancelled because they were too distant from birds to reconstruct.” Chris then got up and headed to the stacks where he retrieved an atlas of dinosaurs. It was a thick, heavy tome that made an audible thud as he placed it on the table. He then opened up to the cladogram of dinosaurs. He then pointed to the entry “aves”. “That’s where we started; with birds,” he said. The man then ran his finger up the line. “And they evolved from the dromaeosaurids. Which is why we were able to so easily remake Velociraptor, Deinonychus, Achillobator, Utahraptor, Dakotaraptor, Austroraptor, Dromaeosaurus and Troodon.” Krkthal nodded as he looked at the cladogram. He gently ran a clawed finger, following the line further up until he stopped at Compsognathidae. “Wow, if it was so hard to make the Compies even though they’re not too far apart from me and the other raptors, I can’t imagine how hard it would be to make a T. rex.” Chris continued. “And that’s just the start.” “I guess no more dinosaur zoos, huh?” “No. And I’d prefer it be kept that way.” “Hey, Dad, I have a question, if the Velociraptors grow up faster than Deinonychus like me, have they mated yet? If so, maybe we could look into how they, you know...do it?” Chris nodded. “I do recall there being some instances of some mating going on as reported by the others. It shouldn’t be any different for you even though you’re larger. Tell you what, let me get my notes and I’ll let you look at them.” “Thanks!” Krkthal sat on the couch as he watched his father head to his study to retrieve his laptop. Chris headed to his study, and grabbed his laptop. Chris was still amazed every time he picked up the brand new Asus; it was as light as the iPad his mother had owned when he was a teen. The laptop was primarily made of composites and some components were even made from aerogel, thus making it extremely light. The screen was like his computer, a clear acrylic pane with the ability to display like a HUD. For people like Chris who were more used to the computers of the earlier years of the 21st century, the screen could darken to be nearly opaque and then display like a normal screen. Chris returned to Krkthal back in the library and sat down beside him on the couch. He opened up the laptop and powered it on. Krkthal watched as Chris navigated over to the documents that contained nearly everything pertinent about the raptors in Compound Nine. He opened the folder that read “Mating Behavior”. “Okay, Krkthal, there’s all my notes in there. Feel free to browse through them. I’ll be here if you have any questions.” The Dein opened up a document detailing the mating behavior of two Velociraptor. He noticed how similar their genitals looked to his own. The next item he looked at was a short video that showed one of the raptors mounting the other with the one on top vigorously thrusting. Both of them looked to have used their diapers. The video had no sound but at the end, it was very obvious that both of them had just orgasmed into their diapers. “Dad,” he asked. “How come they didn’t take their diapers off?” “According to the notes, these two Velociraptor wanted to do it with their diapers on in this case. “Oh, that’s interesting.” He then opened up another video. This time the two raptors had removed their diapers and the male on top was vigorously thrusting into the female. “So, is this how it’s ‘supposed’ to be done?” “Yes. Notice how the male has his penis in the female’s cloaca?” “What if she has an accident?” Krkthal asked with a disgusted look on his muzzle. “Because of the way the cloaca is shaped, she can’t pee or poop on the male while he’s inside of her. However, once he pulls his penis out of her, sometimes she may end up having an accident, however this usually doesn’t happen. I’d recommend having sex after you use your diaper, that would minimize the chances of that happening.” “Okay. What about when I have a poopy diaper?” “You’ll definitely want to clean up before you have sex so you don’t get an infection or give your mate one.” “Got it!” His feathers then flattened. “Um, how do I practice this?” “As I said before, you are too young to be mating and I recommended you against mating, period until the legal situation of when you become of age is fully sorted out. However, you can experiment with masturbation. But there are two things I want to make clear about experimentation: one, never, ever put anything into your cloaca or penis. Two, do not put your penis into anything. You can seriously injure yourself if you don’t follow those rules. I want you to experiment and learn about this stuff, but I want you to be safe doing so.” “So, if I can’t have sex with a female, I mean.... Is there anything like it besides masturbating? “Well, there are toys out there, but I’m not sure if there’s any that can fit your needs.” The Dein tilted his head. “Toys? Like the kind I play with?” Chris chuckled. “Not those kinds of toys. They’re toys made for masturbation and similar activities.” “How does that work?” “Well, for one, there’s what’s called a ‘dildo’, basically an artificial penis that is inserted into the cloaca. That’s usually used by females, but some males use them too. For males, they have artificial vaginas...or for your case, an artificial cloaca. They can be pretty close to the real thing but it’s still not entirely the same.” “I thought you said I shouldn’t put anything in my cloaca or my penis into anything?” “These are exceptions, but still be careful.” Krkthal’s feathers flattened and he blushed as he realized that he secretly wanted one to try. “I mean, umm, I don’t know how to say this, but…” “Go on.” “I think I might want a dildo, just a small one, but I’m curious, and it sounds fun kinda.” “Well, okay,” Chris replied. “But I’ll have to order online for you; you won’t be allowed into the shops where they sell this stuff. You’ll need to describe to me the kind you want, there’s quite a few out there.” “Can I have an artificial cloaca too?” Chris shook his head. “They don’t make those yet I’m afraid.” Krkthal sighed. “Okay, just the small dildo then. Can I have one that looks like my, you know, penis?” “Sure, let me see if I can find one.” Chris took the laptop and began checking several websites he thought might sell such an item. Of course, he needed it to be flared at the end so Krkthal didn’t lose it up his cloaca. After several minutes of searching, he found one such item: it was a fantasy silicone dildo that was designed to imitate the phallus of an ostrich. He ordered the smallest available size. He then went to Krkthal who was busy examining his now wet diaper. “Okay, I ordered it. However, they don’t really make ones shaped like raptor penises. I hope you’ll be fine with an ostrich one.” “That’s okay.” There was the sound of his stomach growling. “Dinner time?” “Yeah, now’s a good time for that. What would you like?” “Hamburger?” “You got it!” The duo then headed out of the library and over to the kitchen. Chris got out some hamburger buns (raptor-friendly of course) from the fridge, as well as some hamburger patties he had obtained from the local butcher. He then went into the walk-in pantry to grab some black pepper to spice up his own burger. Chris went out of a side-door from the kitchen that led to a small patio off of the side of the house overlooking the Japanese gardens below. On the patio was a large and luxurious propane barbeque. Krkthal followed and took in the scent of the outside air. The scent of the surrounding forest along with the heady scent of the propane from the barbeque and the distinct smell of charred meat from the barbeque itself. The air was soon filled with the sound of the meat grilling. After about thirty minutes, Krkthal and Chris both had their burgers ready. The duo sat down at a small metal table on the patio. “So, Dad,” Krkthal began as he waited for the fresh burger to cool slightly before he bit into it. “Um, I heard about how some boys can like other boys. Is that normal?” Chris put his burger on the plate. “That’s perfectly fine. It’s no different than a male liking a female, aside from the obvious part of not being able to have children. Why do you ask?” “I was curious, I mean, I think I might like females and males too. It’s just a feeling I’ve got.” “What makes you say that? Not that I say it’s wrong; it’s perfectly fine, but are you sure?” Chris asked. “I dunno; it’s just a feeling I’ve got…” The young raptor sighed as he clicked his claws together. “I dunno. I can’t really put it into words.” “Well, that’s not wrong, it’s just the way you are, and don’t let anyone tell you it’s wrong.” “Okay!” He then took a bite of his burger and swallowed his mouthful. “Also, this burger is great!” “Only the best!” Chris replied, taking a bite of his own burger and savoring the flavors. “So where’d you get it? None of the burgers at my school tastes anywhere as good.” “Well,” Chris said. “I started back when I first befriended the butcher back in 2035 when I began building this estate. Comptche was originally barely more than a few small cabins, a store, post office, and one-room school. However thanks to my help over the years, my support of the school and some other parts of the town, it has grown significantly. “Nowadays the school is quite different than when I first saw it when I began scouting this area for a place to construct my estate. Originally it was barely more than a one-room building with a small upstairs and a puny playground outside. Now it’s at least closer to some of the schools I grew up in. The store now sells more than just basic foods and booze, which is basically all it sold when I first stopped there when I was nineteen. My being here has somehow attracted other people, mostly wealthy folk like myself to construct homes in and around Comptche as well, I guess I’ve set some kind of trend.” Krkthal beamed with pride at how his father had made such an impact on the community. “Do you think I’ll be able to make as much an impact as you did?” “When you come of age, this estate, and all that lies within it will become yours if you wish it, and even if you don’t, you will still have the power. Decision making, my son, is the key to changing the world. Like how I started my fortune from only 1,500 dollars in an investment account when I was nineteen. Make the right choices, and you can make anything happen.” Krkthal nodded. He recalled the momentous decision that the justices of the California Supreme Court had made back in 2042 that not only had saved him from being taken from his father, and possibly saved his life but further paved the way for the raptors in Compound Nine to enjoy all the rights he did. He took another bite of his burger and rumbled in pleasure. Father and son finished the rest of their meal in silence as they enjoyed the California dusk and the scent of the surrounding redwoods. It was then that Krkthal spotted the red fir that he and Chris had picked out for Christmas back when he was in first grade. “Oh, I remember that tree!” he exclaimed. “It’s gotten so big!” It’ll get even bigger. It will get almost as big as the California Redwoods around here when it’s fully grown, but that may not be in my lifetime. Firs, like redwoods grow slowly.” Krkthal suddenly felt his diaper warming up. He sighed as he relieved himself into his padding. Chris paused as he heard the faint sound of dripping. He then realized what had happened. “Krkthal you’re leaking!” Krkthal looked down as he saw his extremely bloated diaper, and a growing puddle beneath his metal chair on the stone patio. His feathers flattened out as he realized what he did. “Sorry, I guess I had too much water to drink.” “Okay, I think we need to bathe you now.” “Aww, but I was liking my diaper!” “I think you were liking it a bit too much. Now, can you wait by the door while I quickly clean this up?” “Okay!” Krkthal waddled off to the door, his diaper practically dragging on the ground. Chris got out the hose and quickly rinsed off the chair and the stone patio. Once that was done, he found his son standing by the door. The Dein made to reach for the doorknob but Chris spoke, making him stop. “Krkthal, what have I said about tracking stuff through the house?” “Oh, sorry, Dad. What do you want me to do?” Krkthal asked “Here, why don’t you take off your diaper? I know you’re going to hate this but I should hose you off first. Then I’ll wrap you in a towel and take you back to your bathroom upstairs okay? “Okay.” The tone of voice indicated that the young raptor was clearly not a fan of the idea but he was willing to do it anyways. He reached behind himself and undid the tail tape before reaching underneath and undoing the tapes at the waist. A loud plop was heard as his thoroughly soaked diaper landed on the ground. The scent of raptor urine wafted up from the open padding, making the Dein snort and shake his head. “Wow,” he muttered as he looked at the yellow stained interior of his diaper. “I sure did a number on this.” He gently kicked the sodden diaper aside and spread his arms as Chris gently sprayed him with water from the nearby hose, making him chitter in amusement. Naturally, Krkthal shook himself off, transforming into a fuzzy blue-grey sphere. “Wait here,” Chris said as he picked up the wet diaper to properly dispose of it and entered the house. Chris went into the house and quickly placed the diaper in the trash. He then ran to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a pair of towels, and returned to Krkthal, who was desperately trying to flatten his feathers. He then dried Krkthal off, wrapped him in the towels and carried him upstairs to his bathroom. “My, someone’s getting to be a big raptor!” Krkthal chittered at the complement as he nuzzled into Chris. Chris quickly carried Krkthal back to his bathroom. “Can you wash yourself or do you need me to help you?” he asked. “I think I can do it myself,” Krkthal replied. “Okay. I’ll be outside if you need me.” Chris then shut the door behind himself, leaving the Dein in the bathroom by himself. As he had been taught earlier, Krkthal opened the taps to the tub and made sure the water was at the right temperature. Once that was done, he got in and moistened himself. The way he did so was incredibly reminiscent of a bird bathing — a reminder of his avian heritage. He then shook off the excess water, stepped out of the tub to apply the feather powder and used a curry comb to work it into his plumage. He then drained and refilled the bathtub, applied soap and rinsed himself off, taking care to get his diaper area and cloaca as clean as possible. After one last rinse, he shook off the excess water and began toweling himself off. As he had been previously taught, he began to comb out his feathers and remove any damaged ones. The Dein laid the towel on the ground as an impromptu changing mat and got out the diapering supplies from underneath the cabinet. Krkthal grabbed a fresh diaper from the opened package of the special raptor diapers and held it to his muzzle, inhaling that distinctive Pampers fragrance. He opened up the diaper, laid down on it and applied powder before pulling the front over his cloaca and pubic boot and taping it up. He then rolled on his side and did up the tail tape. He wagged his tail to make sure everything was all secured and threw the towel in the hamper and rinsed the bathtub before he let it drain. The young raptor then opened the door to the bathroom. “All done!” he exclaimed. “Good job! Did you put your towel in the hamper and clean out the tub?” Chris asked. “Yep!” Krkthal responded. “Now what would you like to do?” The Dein clicked his claws on the floor. “I’m getting to a really good part of the Hobbit. The dwarves are about to send Bilbo down into the tunnels of the Lonely Mountain! I’d really like to keep reading!” . “Okay,” Chris replied. “I’m going to do some paperwork. I trust you to not stay up too late?” “Yes, Dad,” Krkthal said. “Okay.” Chris then exited the bathroom with Krkthal following behind. While Chris headed downstairs to the study, Krkthal entered his bedroom. On a low nightstand next to his nest-bed was a copy of The Hobbit with the bookmark in place. The Deinonychus picked up the book, opened it to where he left off, laid down and was soon accompanying Bilbo down into the depths of the Lonely Mountain. He couldn’t wait to meet Smaug; Krkthal loved dragons almost as much as he loved dinosaurs. Soon, he started getting drowsy and he set the bookmark in place and put the book aside. He lay down in his nest, curled his tail around himself and soon drifted off to sleep. Krkthal found himself in his bedroom but this time, he seemed older. He was visibly larger and heavier. In his room was a dark brown female Deinonychus about the same age as he was. The Dein clicked his claws. “So...um, you wanna, you know?” The female raptor lifted her tail, exposing the bright blue line on her puffy diaper. “Would I? Of course!” Krkthal took that as an invitation and nuzzled her diaper, inhaling the scent of her urine soaked padding. He felt himself grow erect under his diaper as he gently traced circles on her soggy diaper. “Come on, don’t be shy!” she said. Her voice was clear and cool, and reminded him of Faye’s voice but with a mature edge to it. Krkthal undid his dry diaper, exposing his fully erect penis, which was significantly larger now that he was older. It gleamed with his natural lubricant in the warm light of his bedroom. “Okay, I’m ready.” He then undid the tail tape of the female raptor’s diaper, letting it sag slightly with its accumulated liquid and exposing her glistening cloaca. He gasped as he gently slid himself into her, his phallus enveloped in her interior heat. The female Dein pushed back against him, driving him even deeper as she rumbled in pleasure. “Here goes nothing!” Krkthal gently grabbed the female’s hips and started thrusting. He quickly began to feel a sensation of hot pleasure rising up through him. He sped up his thrusts, his pleasure quickly turning to sheer ecstasy. He cried out as he came into her, filling her cloaca with his thick seed. The last thing he felt was his penis throbbing, squirting thick globs of seed into her cloaca. Krkthal awoke with a start in his nest-bed, panting hard with his feathers all ruffled. As he caught his breath he took a glance at the clock on his low nightstand. The backlit clock-face read 5:08 AM. Krkthal quickly laid back down and soon he was back asleep. A few hours later, the young raptor awoke to the morning sun warming up his body. He got up from his nest with the familiar warmth between his legs. And the oddly comforting odor of his soaked nighttime diapers. He gave his padding a few quick squeezes. Thoroughly drenched but he wasn’t messy. Krkthal got out his changing supplies and laid out the changing mat. He laid down and undid the tapes on the front of his diaper and let it fall away from him under its own weight of accumulated liquid. The Dein’s feathers flattened as he took in the odor of a mixture of dromaeosaur urine and baby powder. There was a third scent though; it was the same scent of his semen from the other day. He looked in his diaper and saw a patch of the off-white liquid coating the inside of the padding. He was a bit surprised at finding that in his diaper, but he decided to ask his father about it after he cleaned himself up and got into a fresh diaper. A few minutes later, Krkthal was in a new Pampers diaper but everything was still not yet discarded. He made his way to Chris’s bedroom and knocked on the door. A muffled voice emanated from behind the door. “Krkthal, what is it with your habit of waking up an hour before my alarm and waking me up anyway? “Dad, there’s something I need to ask you,” the young raptor said. “Come in, I guess I might as well get up now since I won’t be falling back asleep.” Chris said. Krkthal opened the door and entered. He could smell the familiar, comforting scent of his father. He hopped onto the simple but luxurious four poster wooden bed, his diaper rustling. “Um, I found some cum in my diaper this morning. Is this normal?” “Ummm, okay, why don’t we discuss this in a few minutes; you didn’t even say ‘good morning’ and now we’re jumping straight back into sex-ed. Why don’t you go downstairs and fix yourself some breakfast while I shower and get dressed?” “Can you at least take a look at it to see if it’s normal?” “Fine… I’ll be right there,” Chris replied with a sigh as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes.. Krkthal hurried back to his room while Chris got out of bed and hastily put on some boxers before heading to follow his son. Upon seeing his father enter his room, Krkthal directed his father over to his changing table upon which sat his previous night’s diaper. The inside was stained yellow with a night’s worth of urine but there was a visible off-white goo covering the interior padding that made it quite obvious what had transpired. Chris looked at the diaper. “It looks fine,” he said as he balled up the used diaper and threw it away. “But I didn’t do anything before I went to bed,” the Dein said. “You know how sometimes you end up kicking your blankets out of your nest?” Krkthal nodded. “Yeah? What does that have to do with this?” “Well, sometimes you act out your dreams in your sleep. May I ask if you had any unusual dreams last night?” Krkthal’s feathers flattened as he clicked his claws together. “Well, I was dreaming about being an adult and having sex with another raptor.” The fleshy parts of his muzzle reddened as he looked around the room in a desperate attempt to hide his embarrassment. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Chris said, placing a hand on Krkthal’s back. “But that’s likely what caused you to ejaculate in your diaper.” “Yeah, makes sense since I ended up ejaculating in the dream.“ “Anyway, it’s completely normal, now, how about I go take a shower so I can put on something more than just these boxers?” Krkthal nodded, but just before his father left his room, a question came to mind. “Hey, Dad, I know a lot about raptor you know, penises and cloacas now, but I still don’t really know anything about humans.” “Give me a day off of sex-ed, I need a break for a bit,” Chris was desperately trying to move away from the subject of dinosaur sex before he became aroused himself. It would be improper in front of Krkthal, he thought. “Okay!” There was the sound of Krkthal’s footsteps as he made his way into the kitchen to make his breakfast. “Ahh fuck it, Dad’s gotta get off too, let me go take a shower and have some fun, I’m so glad that modern medicine has postponed my midlife crisis, hard to believe the gene therapy was developed by my company.” Chris headed for his bathroom to take a shower, with lewd thoughts of adult raptors running through his mind. Half an hour later, washed up dressed in a t-shirt and some lounge pants, Chris joined Krkthal in the dining room. The young raptor was eating some hard boiled eggs. After eating three of them, he punched a hole in the top of one of the raw eggs with his claw and slurped up the contents. Midway through his second egg, Krkthal took a sniff. Along with the nearly overwhelming scent of body wash and shampoo emanating from his father, there was the lingering faint scent of something strange. It was similar to his semen smell, but noticeably different. He decided not to ask until later; he figured breakfast was not a good time. There was the sound of cracking eggs and sizzling as Chris decided to fry some eggs for breakfast. He joined Krkthal, who was starting on his last raw egg. “Enjoying your breakfast?” he asked as he sprinkled pepper over his freshly fried eggs. Krkthal nodded as he slurped down the third egg. He rumbled in contentment and took a swallow of water. “Yeah, the eggs are really good.” “They’re fresh, that’s why.” Breakfast proceeded in silence as father and son ate their meals. Once the eggshells were disposed of and the dishes placed in the dishwasher, the phone rang. Chris immediately picked it up. “Christopher Delameter speaking,” he said. “Chris, it’s Erik. Kzathia laid the first Velociraptor eggs yesterday! We checked them out today and they’re healthy! Oh, Kzathia wants to talk to you.” There was the sound of something rustling in the background and then an excited squeal. “I’m going to be a mother!” The voice was female with the distinctive timbre of the dromaeosaurids. “Not only a mother, the first of your species! Now that’s an accolade! Congratulations on the clutch, how many are there? “Twelve! I can’t wait for them to meet you!” “That shouldn’t be terribly long, Velociraptor eggs only have a gestation period of two months compared to nine for us humans, I am equally excited to meet them once they’ve hatched! In the meantime, get some rest, you’re going to have your talons full once they hatch!” Kzathia chittered in amusement. “Yeah. My mate’s busy too. He’s been getting me food, changing my diapers, preening me, you know. But the lab basically has free babysitting! Anyways, look forward to seeing you! Bye!” There was the sound of the phone being passed over to someone. Erik then spoke. “This is a very good sign. I dare say that it’s the sign of the start of a new world.” “I agree, this is the beginning of a new age.” “Definitely. A New Jurassic World is upon us and since we brought these creatures into the world, we have a responsibility to guide them through it. Anyways, I have to go back to work. Don’t forget about Kzathia’s uh, hatchling shower! Bye!” There was as click as the other scientist disconnected. “A New Jurassic World,” Chris muttered. He looked at Krkthal who was watching him with eager eyes and a wagging tail. “I like the sound of that.”