This chapter was originally going to be Roberta/Rexy fighting all the damn raptors and having mass character death, but it turned E focused.
***That chapter contains fairly graphic rape! Please do not read if not comfortable!****
Behavior is based on dolphins.
The very forest seemed to be torn asunder in a storm of once powerful branches being splintered like mere twigs. The gust with strength akin to a raging wind, governed in power by the Brown One's rank and sordid breath. The quaking and trembling of the earth as the great beast charged forth reminded Blue of the island, of Isla Nublar, when it's fiery god awakened and raved.
Time seemed to slow.
Blue could see every inch of the larger carnivore's gaping, ever consuming and crushing maw. Could see the grooves in teeth as large as her killing claws. Could see the vague reflection of her own smoke born scales into the shimmering saliva adorning her god's crushing teeth.
Could see the reflection of fear fill to the brim within her own golden eyes.
She was staring into her own life, and her own death, held within the jaws of a merciless god.
Blue thought it was quite pretty, seeing her reflection within the illuminated grooves that were the color of pearl.
And then, just like that, time sped up.
Blue cried out in a breathless gasp as the air was forcibly expelled from her lungs.
Though rather be taken skyward, and enveloped in a moist heat and overwhelming force, Blue was pushed to the ground.
It was E's rasping cry that ascended skyward, caught within the Brown One's merciless jaws as a horrid crack rang out. The garnet scaled female twisted and struggled haplessly, the skin of her powerful and athletic leg butchered and muscle torn, leg dislocated at the socket from the harsh force of the massive beast carrying her upward.
E tried to call for help.
Tried to call for someone.
Anyone.
But no sound came out.
She hurt too much, and she was too scared.
She couldn't find her voice.
She was going to die.
No matter how hard she struggled, the beast was too strong.
It was too big.
She would be crushed, and her body broken.
And she would feel everything before she was swallowed whole, perhaps alive, even.
Hurt, scared, and alive, in the belly of a monster.
She claws only scraped against massive teeth and scaled, fleshly lips.
She could feel the overwhelming heat and dampness of the monster's maw.
Feel its teeth in her leg.
Feel her own body rise ever skyward, and feel the powerful jaw muscles ready to open wide, and allow her fall further into the horror's gullet.
E couldn't breathe. All she could feel was the frantic pounding of her own heart, and her blood pumping through her body, urging her to move, to fight, to live.
She was trembling, and any breath she produced was in panicked whistles.
She was scared.
She wanted to go home.
The jaws opened, and E fell.
Instead of being enveloped by teeth and tongue, E hit the ground with a hard thud that knocked the breath from her lungs.
She didn't register the sounds of fighting.
She didn't register the sounds of struggle.
And enraged, rabid hisses and bellowing roars.
Instincts told her to flee, to live.
To move onward, push ever forward.
To cling to life, for even just a few more, precious seconds.
E couldn't feel the pain in her hip, her leg.
E could only feel the power in each beat of her heart, renewing her strength as her legs pounded in swift thuds as she ran.
She dared not look back.
E was too scared to look back.
She was too afraid to see those gaping jaws and swallowing maw.
E ran in a blind panic until she no longer could.
Her throat was clenched so tight she was wheezing and shrilly whistling, saliva so thick and viscous it welled upon her scaled lips. Her nostrils flared and forcibly exhaled snot, mouth agape in ragged pants.
Her heart was pounding so swiftly within her chest, it felt as if it would burst or leap out of her body. She could feel the pulsing of her arteries in her arms, her legs, her scaled fingers and toes. Carrying blood to push and urge her body ever onward.
But E could run no longer.
Her muscles were too sore from the stress of running, cramping and screaming. Her hip was sore and her pelvis and injured leg were swollen and pained.
As her body ran out of strength, E realized just now how badly her body hurt.
The female hoarsely wheezed, gait unsteady and unbalanced as she pattered along a lightly trodden path-presumably made my deer.
Pattered, then limped upon her injured leg and struggling hip.
Limped, then dragged her bitten limb.
Dragged, then collapsed.
Collapsed, and then crawled.
E did not know how far she ran.
E did not know where she was.
All she knew, that was death was back there.
And she was still too scared to look back.
Because the monster might still be there, jaws agape.
Thus, driven by primal fear, and instinct, E chose to drag herself ever forward, even when her body just wanted to rest.
Her clawed hands dug into the grasses and dried earth, trying to skulk and carry her own weight ever forward.
Even when E went no where, too weak and fatigued to move forward, her hands haplessly raked and toiled the ground.
Her vision was beginning to blur, and darken.
Her throat was so dry, it felt as if it was swelling shut.
It felt like she couldn't breathe.
Her body felt so tired.
Everything felt so tired.
Even her heart felt too tired to beat.
But it just kept on beating.
E didn't want the dark to envelop her.
She didn't want to be swallowed.
She fought, even as her scaled lids grew heavier and heavier.
She fought, until she could no longer, and darkness embraced her.
Darkness.
E saw nothing but darkness.
Black.
Night.
Worse than night, black, darkness.
She saw nothing.
And then she heard something, like the gentle rustling of grasses upon a lazy breeze.
No...Not a rustling noise...A trickling noise.
A trickling, crackling noise, like...
...Like the water of a stream...
Hearing was the first of her senses to return.
A sense that brought thought to her weary mind.
A thought to open her eyes, and wake.
Fully wake from the enveloping blackness that reigned over her unconsciousness.
Sapphire eyes flicked behind garnet scaled lids.
Searching for something beyond the darkness, more than the nothingness, and into the light-the something.
Heaviness.
It felt like her eyes were closed by the weight of the world.
Closed by the weight of the monster's jaws that so easily jostled her into its grip.
Her scaled lips peel upward into a snarl, gums pale and teeth dried as she struggled against her own failing body.
Her scaled fingers twitched and clenched, toes curling and then flowering, raking at the ground.
E tried to open her eyes once, twice, thrice.
Each time she fought against the weight of her eye lids, it seemed to get even harder to force them open.
Sleep just seemed so good.
To sleep, and rest, until she felt better.
But at the same time, E knew better.
She needed to wake, despite feeling so weak.
She needed to wake, or she would just fall back asleep, and never wake up.
Each time she forced her laden lids to rise and peel back, the harsh light of the day hurt her unadjusted gaze.
Her vision was a mere dance of light, and oblivion, each struggling for reign over her soul.
Until the light won, and her sapphire eyes opened to a new dawn, shimmering behind wisps of clouds under a cerulean sky.
For a brief moment, E thought about closing her eyes again.
But the sound of the babbling brook urged her to get up.
And if she could not rise, to crawl.
Crawl, and reach the waters of life, and have the blood of the earth and sky flow into her own dried veins and tired heart.
E's heavy limbs sluggishly moved as she attempted to rise. She tried to cry out, to grunt in pain as her swollen joint hindered her, and flies buzzed around her torn leg muscle, but found her throat too parched to do so. It felt as if her throat was so dry, it was swelling shut. Her tongue searched for moisture, seeking to smear saliva within her mouth in an attempt to wet. Her jaws were too dry, and any saliva was viscous and thick. The ridges upon her tongue were deeply creased, as if harsh cracks within a dried river bed.
E could not rise.
So she began to crawl, black claws digging and forearms rippling in tense muscles under sanguine scales as she hoisted herself forward. Her uninjured leg pushed against the ground, effected leg dragging. Even when E attempted to raise up her leg to put weight off of her limb, her injured joint would give her no reprieve.
E could not see what was in front of her save for the towering field grasses.
She could not see the running water of a stream.
She could only hear it.
And that hope to quench her thirst and revive her weak body was enough.
Everything hurt.
Her legs were sore, and her injuries radiated and throbbed in an intense, stabbing pain. Her arms were cramping, and screaming for rest. Her vision was unclear, and blurred. Her heart was beating like the frantic fluttering of a bird's wing upon the wind in cold, panicked flight. She could feel the merciless sun bake her scales.
E attempted to suck in air, but it felt like the pressure within her chest was clenched so tight, she could not breathe.
She crawled, and crawled, guided only by the gurgling she thought she heard, hoped she heard.
And then E heard something else.
A ringing in her ears, high pitched and droning out all other sounds.
It was deafening, and blotted out the siren of hope.
The red scaled raptor sluggishly shook her head, a hoarse, breathless rasp escaping her.
No! She couldn't hear the water anymore!
Just a loud noise that was all around!
Her vision further blurred, and E began to do the only thing she could.
Crawl forward, in the direction she last heard the running of merciful water.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't reach the stream.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if her overworked limbs gave out.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if her eyes blurred so much she could not be able to see.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if her heart beat so fast it would burst.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if her throat became so dry it would swell shut.
Because she was afraid of what would happen if she gave up and fell asleep, only to never wake.
It seemed as if she dragged her own dead weight forever.
Through the field that grew less and less dense, passed great trees and through thick foliage-and then E slipped belly first down the slope of a worn hill eroded with the rivers of time. Rocks and roots scraped her belly and along her knees and underneath her tail. She tried to stop her fall, slow it with her hands, but like with the monster's jaws, she was too small and weak to fight back against a greater force.
Thus, E slipped all the way down, brush burns and scrapes marring her soft scales. The inertia carried her down as the ground evened, and she hit the worn and hard rocks along the river's edge. E grunted as the breath was knocked from her lungs, and she rolled forward in a mass of thrashing limbs. With a breathless grunt, E ceased her rolling, body becoming lax and limp.
Her chest expanded in a forceful intake of breath, and her scaled skin grew taunt over her chest as she breathed harshly through her retractions. Her abdominal muscles drew so tight they outlined her rib bones.
For a long time, E just remained there upon the cold and uncomfortable rocks bubbling and jabbing against her body. She did not open her eyes. She merely lay there, and breath in harsh, ragged gasps of breath, dry, suffering mouth agape akin to a fish seeking water to not drown in the heated air.
Everything hurt.
A sharp pain rose and swelled, piercing and stabbing within the side of her chest when she drew in air.
It hurt to even breathe.
Amidst her rasping and harsh, retracted breathing, the garnet and pearl colored female opened her eyes in a sudden upward flick of her scaled lids. Her eyes were wide, blood shot around the rims of her irises, black circular pupils enlarged and dilated with smoldering embers flickering within.
She would not die.
Not yet.
Not when the gentle singing of the babbling brook was right there, calling, beckoning her to mercy through the deafening din of the endless ringing.
E decided she could die only after she quenched her thirst.
She could hold off sleep for just a little longer.
Just a little bit longer, at least enough to relieve her burning throat.
At least enough to gain some little comfort, before the end.
E wanted to go home.
She wanted to see her companion again.
Her male-her mate-mate?
Were they mates?
Despite only being joined once, and never again?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
E wasn't sure.
But she did know the Indoraptor was the only one that never treated her like the others.
He never hissed, or scratched or bit.
He never scared, scarred or marred her.
Because he knew what it felt like to be E, too.
Slowly, sluggishly with limbs trembling, the crimson scaled raptor began to crawl forth, breath strained and with a heart too tired to be so fast.
E could feel each stone scrape and roll underneath her belly, muscles straining and flexing, screaming and cramping and burning.
It was too much, even though mere feet appeared to be yards to her.
It was too much, even though mere inches appeared to be several feet to her.
It was too much, even though E dragged her suffering hide along, scaled maw passing the water.
She only ceased when she felt the cool, running water along her clawed fingers.
Because E knew she couldn't trust her blurry, failing vision.
Because E knew she couldn't trust her ringing, deafening ears.
It almost seemed to much to simply lower her already low slung head, and drink.
E's neck lowered, and her scaled snout plopped down into the water, nares resting above the shallow crick. Her parched, frothing maw did not open at first.
E was merely enjoying the simplicity of the stream's icy mercy compared to the sweltering heat of the day.
Her jaws slowly, weakly pried themselves open, and the fluid crystal blood of the earth and sky flooded her maw.
E could feel her body becoming alive again as she slowly drank. She felt it in her tongue, her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her limbs. She felt relief, and rejuvenation wash over her body.
The red female drank and gorged herself as if she would never have water again.
Drank so much that her belly was convinced it was full of food.
E drank until she could no more and vomited.
And only after that, did E allow her body rest.
She allowed herself to sleep.
She allowed herself to die.
E expected to sleep forever and ever.
E didn't expect to wake up.
Nor did she expect to hear the clicks, trills and chitters of her own kind.
When E awoke, she was not alone.
And not being alone gave her a flicker of hope, and her excitement rose, breath becoming a series of whistles-however strained. Adrenaline coursed through her body, and she attempted to rise, to get up, to join with her fellows.
E was so excited!
So excited that she did not realize the three newcomers were nearby, just across the thin and shallow crick.
One had scales of a golden hue.
The second, a vibrant royal purple.
The third sported a hide of ebony.
All three were males, a coalition living upon the fringes of pack territory.
Pack territory, that E assumed, at once point, Rust kept them at bay.
Or, perhaps E ran farther than she thought, and had trespassed upon a whole new pack.
The three male were conversating among themselves, and upon noticing E moved, swiveled their heads within her direction.
They were interested, curious, gazes sharp, piercing and focused, thinking.
It was then the golden scaled male released a chitter in greeting.
E's tail thumped, and her body wiggled upon the ground in excitement, adrenaline nullifying her pain, however briefly.
The red and white female released a whistling trill and hoarse rasp in excitement!
Yay!
Friends!
New friends!
The noises produced from E caught the males off guard.
The black scaled male rasped, and the golden hued raptor flinched.
The amethyst male cocked his head hard to the right, as if wondering if his ears heard her calls right.
The males were slow to respond to E, if at all, before they decided to make quiet clicks and barks towards one another.
E merely cocked her head, tail still slowly thumping against the aged river side rocks. She tried to rise once more, but found her body still too fatigued and sore, despite her excitement.
It was an action the males noticed.
After some time, the three slowly approached, curious, yet cautious.
The golden scaled male approached first, noble hued snout mere inches from her as his neck caned low. His nostrils flared as E's neck craned to give a mutual greeting, and inspection. Their warm lips tenderly, carefully brushed against one another, breaths intermingling as they took in the other's scent.
E noticed the male's neck stretched forward, and he took a step forward. Inspecting the scars upon her hide. His reaping claws idly flicked as he moved passed E, focusing upon the wound on her leg.
E's neck swiveled to look upon him, until her attention was drawn to the sound of water being disturbed.
The onyx scaled male and his royal hued packmate approached, slow at first, yet gaining confidence with each stride and light bobbing of their heads whilst they moved.
The dark scaled male lowered enough to sniff E, and briefly place his snout near hers, nares flaring. E's gaze focused upon the black hued raptor. Her eyes met his, and his tainted maw brushed against hers in a dance of conjoined breaths, moist and hot.
Briefly did his red tongue slide against her uncalloused scales. It was an act that startled E, not used to being interacted with in such a way.
It was very direct.
But all the physical senses were taking away E's attention to her wounds, which only flared as the golden hued male nudged and licked at her injured leg, tasting the blood and cleaning the dirt and grime from her flesh.
The male whose scales were a dark shade of lavender was also busy taking in the new female's scent.
Only he was busy attempting to pry his scaled head underneath E's body, between her legs.
E was beginning to feel uneasy.
She was beginning to feel smothered.
She was beginning to feel threatened.
She was not used to all this attention.
She was not used to all this physical contact.
E was so uncomfortable, she attempted to rise-and did, if only due to her body being driven by anxiety and approaching fear.
In E's attempts to flee, the amethyst scaled male took advantage of her vulnerability, and pressed his scaled snout flush to E's sensitive scales. The red female cried out as the male pushed against her uninterested sex with such force, she lost balance, and fell upon her side with a grunt.
The female's blue eyes bulged and her jaws opened agape in a silent scream upon feeling the raptor with royal scales plunge his thick and slick tongue deep into her inexperienced temple. E's abdominals tensed and hardened so much, they may have been stone.
E attempted to get up, to fight, to flee, but all she could do was haplessly twitch her tired limbs in half attempts at defending herself.
Her heart pounded in terror as her body twisted and turned, the whites of her eyes wide in horror as she watched the male feed upon her sex. He was like a ravenous and starved predator in his gorging.
It almost didn't feel real.
It felt like a dream.
E tried to call for help.
Tried to call for the other males.
But her cries were mere grunts and breathless.
Mere parodies of the complex vocalization of her kind.
It hurt.
It hurt, and it felt like he was stabbing her.
It hurt, even through the twinges of pleasure that her body was forced to feel.
Through the horror, E was suddenly saved by the paladin-the golden hued male, who attacked and chased off the royal hued raptor.
E barely realized her assault stopped.
Nor did she entirely realize why it stopped.
She was just glad it was over.
And just like that-it started again in the form of her savior tasting her fragile sex with tongue and nipping with teeth.
Just like that, the horror started, once more.
Once more, E had a male defiling her.
Claiming her.
Filling her.
Even if it was only a tongue.
E barely registered what was going on.
It felt too much like a dream.
Seeing things that were her, happening to her, but not.
She could barely hear the two males fight for dominance of her sex.
She didn't even register which male would plunge his tongue deep into her body when a fight was won, until a new winner came on top.
It was an endless loop.
The only respite E got, was when the two males battled.
The dream seemed to shatter when a clawed foot slammed itself upon E's throat, causing the female to gurgle breath and struggle to breath in wheezes. The onyx hued male leered down upon her. A small mammal was held within his jaws, and his killing claw tapped and lightly scraped against her white throat in silent threat.
E's wide blue eyes stared up at the male, becoming wet and glossy in a film of tears.
Her body was trembling.
From fear.
From pain.
From forced pleasure.
She was scared!
She was scared she was going to die!
She was scared she was going to be hurt more!
E's jaws opened in a forced, breathless rasp upon feeling not one tongue, but two enter her. Her back arched, body writhing. Her clawed hands dug at the ground, breath harsh under clawed foot.
She attempted to use her legs to defend herself, to fight off her attackers.
That only resulted in the dominant male pressing harder upon her throat, and stopping her from breathing.
E gaped like a hapless fish out of water, tail thrashing and body squirming. She fought and struggled weakly, driven by primal terror.
The male's foot only relieved pressure when E's movements slowed, the female on the point of passing out.
The black scaled male cocked his head to the right, then to the left. Slowly, he lowered his neck, a small morsel of prey extending, as if in offering.
E's jaws gaped, as if to accept, to distract herself from the gorging males feasting upon her body.
As if to accept, in denial that her kind could not simply be this cruel.
As soon as E's jaws came near, the food was raised out of her reach.
It was a threat, and a bargaining tool.
Pleasure for food.
Their pleasure for her food.
Their pleasure for her survival.
E looked upon the ebony raptor, and then her eyes fell to an erection that hung between the male's legs, red and raging, pulsing with the anger of his pounding heart. Fluid lazily dribbled from the head, eager and angry.
The tears that welled within E's eyes rolled down her crimson cheeks, and she trembled.
Once more, she tried to call, to beckon, to plead for the Indoraptor-anyone-something-to come to her aid.
To help her.
To save her from the hurt.
E wanted attention from a male, to be cherished, to belong.
To be something.
But not like this.
She was not a pack member.
She was not a mate.
She was a slave.
E's horrified and pained squeals of being joined by two males was only quieted by the dominant male choking her.
I was going to write further into the rape scene, if only to compare it to the consenting sex, but decided not to. So I kept it vague, but just graphic enough to put up a warning.
I was planning for Broken Raptors to end fairly soon, but I got a massive surge of ideas that will expand the work.
I plan for next chapter to either focus upon Blue and the Indoraptor (as well as what exactly happened to Roberta), or Rust (which will introduce a new pack).
For now, Broken Raptors has two premature sequels.
Beautifully Broken features the Indoraptor and E.
Scales of Ash and Rime is focused on Blue and Storm.
Thank you for reading and supporting!