"GRANT!" John Hammond yelled, stunned. The disrespect was real. How dare that man had the audacity to hang up on him like that. He's a millionaire and to be treated that way was a massive kick in the nads.
He called his assistant, Samuel L. Jackson.
"Sam, ready the machine, I'm goin' after those rude individuals who broke my frail old heart"
Samuel nodded in obedience and went to work.
"And don't forget about our secret weapon!" John included in his already listed orders.
Sixty-five million years ago, Dr. Grant and the others accustomed themselves to the ways of the dominant species of old. They learned how to do it dino style. Their bodies were slowly biologically evolving from time to time. Dr. Grant and Ian now have scales on their cock and balls, and Ellie developed the process of laying eggs: having oviducts, isthmus and, other weird ass organs chickens have, formed inside her pussy. Moreover, the use of her asshole was obsolete hence, it disappeared completely - which means her vagina now acted as the stunning cloaca.
Around the fields, they ran around with their human/dinosaur hybrid children, frolicking for they have nothing to do other than eat and mate.
And on the afternoons, those mutant abominations would behave themselves during Ellie and Grant's lectures of algebra and calculus. Even Littlefoot and his friends joined for they lack education as well.
"Daddy Grant, why must we learn this crap?" Dr. Grant and Cera's daughter, Ceratosaurus Grant or Cerant for short complained "Teach us how to mate like a normal dinosaur, my human father"
Cerant was an odd creature. As predicted, being a hybrid, she was hideous looking. She had human like features on her face but her nose and the top of her head was of an triceratops - horns, bone frills and shit. In addition, her body was akin to the skin of Sphynx cats.
The horny scientist responded with a laugh "Oh my horrendous Cerant, These lessons are crucial for kick starting my plans of human/dinosaur race domination for years to come"
Ducky's son, Macky, who was a paraplegic due to lacking the necessary chromosomes, being a crossbreed and all, joined the conversation in a wheelchair made of the Jurassic park car.
"Uncle Grant is correct" He said in a nerdy robotic lisp "I aspire to be a great leader like Hitler someday"
Cerant glared at the green frog like human and his abrupt interruption "You're just saying that cuz' you were born sterile... And that dick of yours is more crippled than your legs"
Macky gave no reaction; he just drooled with his head resting on his shoulder. Guess his brain was still processing or better yet, was no longer functional.
"Now now, children, let's not fight for teamwork and cooperation are the building blocks of my tyrant dreams" Grant calmed the quarreling couple.
They continued the lecture the whole afternoon until it was ended with Ian Malcolm hauling his ass at the distance towards the class.
"Alan, get your asses outta here!"
"What for?!" Dr. Grant answered back.
Then, rising up behind the hill, a T-rex revealed itself, chasing the poor Theorist.
"OH LORD, JESUS OF NAZARETH!" Dr. Grant exclaimed but it was because he was amazed. It was his first encounter with the monster. Furthermore, that dinosaur did not pose a threat to him. Alan Grant was more than capable of dealing with such a beast.
"Ian FREEZE! their eyesight is based on movement!"
Malcolm smiled a devilish grin, enlightened from the helpful advice. He stopped on his tracks and posed in front of the Rex, not a muscle flexed and no heartbeat drummed.
The Rex stared at the posing man in confusion, sniffing his crotch. Then, with a few licks, it crunched it's teeth on Malcolm's upper body and ate half of him with a boney crunch. Intestines hanged from the rex's bloodied mouth as it raised it's head and displayed the gory feast.
"Hubby!" Ducky yelled in sorrow.
"DAMN! Guess I was wrong then!" Grant admitted, He should not have cheated his way to graduation. "Tallyho, Chaps... Let's elude the ravenous beast"
They ran away as fast as they can except for Macky. The disabled dinosaur was still braindead and remained immobile.
"Ducky!" Cera yelled
"Save your son"
"Nah Fam... no no no, it's every dino for themselves!" Replied Ducky "Besides, he was a shit stain on our gene pool anyway!"
After he finally regain his consciousness again, Macky controlled his wheelchair to move a few drawn out meters but it was useless since the Tyrannosaurus was fast as fuck. He was stomped dead by the passing carnivore, marking the ground with his anatomical debris behind the Rex's trail.
The rex was catching up with the protagonists; the gap was getting closer to the average size of an Asian's penis.
It was a grueling chase for Littlefoot and the gang. They ran like men eluding fatherly responsibilities after accidentally impregnating their lovers, up until they arrived on a dead end.
"I guess this is it for us... " Ellie said as the Rex stood in front of them. The group clutched each other as they awaited their demise.
"You should have accepted my offer, Alan!" The rex said. "None of this would've happened if you just handed them over"
Did a T-rex just say something? Not only that, but the voice was so distinct that Alan and the others shook their heads in stupefaction.
Then, rising behind the rex's head and virtually hovering above it, was John Hammond, T-posing as he unveiled himself.
"Hammond!" yelled Grant, pissed. His teeth gritted forcefully out of spite. Miraculously, the pearly whites didn't crack.
"I should've known you were behind all of this!"
Hammond snickered slyly "Yes, Lad... That talking dinosaur brothel plan of mine must happen... Even if it takes murder"
"That won't happen, Mr!" Littlefoot slammed a foot "Our friendship will stop you! "
Hammond thought that remark was bogus and too naive. It made him laugh.
"Not unless your little FRIENDSHIP gets mauled by Rexy here... "
"Quite a specimen isn't she?" Hammond added, petting his ridden T-rex
"She was biogenetically cloned using my semen and some lab frog... In other word, this Rex is my daughter!"
Dr. Grant was in disbelief. He can't believe a man would do such indecency. "You madman! That is beyond the morals we humans tried to strictly follow!"
A dismissal hail by Hammond was sent back to the protagonists. "Enough talk! I'm basically God now!"
The old fart ordered his dino daughter to eat whomever it wants and it abided without hesitation. As the Rex lowered it's head to get a nibble on Cera's thick juicy body, an opportunity was handed towards Grant's group. John Hammond, who was riding on the Rex's head, was now in close range to be assaulted, which was what Petrie the bird did.
The olden fowl wafted at Hammond, aiming for his face. He flapped his wings as strongly as he can and pecked Hammond's eye out.
"Juicy Mary! My field of vision! Aauruugh!" John Hammond blurted out in affliction. He was discharged off his beloved Rex with Petrie still clawing his iris.
He fell and rolled around the ground with the aim to shake off his assailant.
"No sudden movements or else I'll do more damage upon him!" Petrie warned by the time the T-rex tried to help it's father.
It took a few functioning braincells for Hammond to ultimately realized that he was getting own'd by someone smaller than him. He shouldn't be treated that way. He's bigger and when you're big, you can push all the little ones around.
The angered man grabbed Petrie by the neck like a submissive hoe and shoved him in his mouth. The bird was then crushed by the powerful bite force of the man's yellow dentures, ejecting bird crap as his stomach got flattened.
"Aaahhhrgh" Petrie took the time to yell whenever Hammond's teeth hovered over him for another heavy bite. "Me feel excruciating pain!"
Eventually, Petrie was no more than just bits of pieces of his old self before being swallowed by his predator.
"Mhhnnn... Polly wants more crackers! " The filled Hammond joked, wanting more like the corporate scum he was.
Experiencing the loss of his old companion, Littlefoot's repressed emotional vexation finally escaped him. He wasn't the innocent herbivore we all loved.
"You can't just eat my friend like that and then joke about it!" Littlefoot yelled as he dashed with his head pointed horizontally at Hammond's flabby bottom.
The longneck punctured Hammond's wealthy wet asshole with his schlong neck.
"Owwwiieee!" Hammond emitted. He remembered his visit at his uncle's where he took an ouchie in his tushy.
Littlefoot's head reversed shitted inside it's enemy's filthy shit pit, brushing around the intestine path and poked through the stomach.
"Yeah! Show him lesson one on sexual education 101, Uncle Foot!" Cheered Cerant after watching a practical demonstration of her favorite subject.
The pangs from the stomach acid was eating through Littlefoot's lollipop face. His thick, friable reptilian skin thinning to the extent where it was fragile enough to detach off his facial musculature, and it left him with ripped patches of exposed muscles. But it was more annoying than painful because he was too pissed to even care for basic body functions, like feeling. There, Littlefoot saw the remains of Petrie floating around the buffet pool of broccolis and Chilean Sea Bass, happily digested, his detached head with his tongue sticking out, and eyes all white as it moved further away from the torn submerged torso.
Littlefoot couldn't bear seeing his friend that way. Petrie deserved a proper burial and he knew just how to do it.
"Guess I'm having friend for dinner... " Littlefoot shrugged before dining upon his rotting bestfriend - including the other food about that was now assorted with his molten facial skin for added gelatinous texture. He ate fast, and with desirable gusto while thanking Petrie's soul for giving him a very good meal.
Hammond felt the parasitic actions of his anal defiler outside. For moments, he felt himself getting weaker and weaker. Since he's so fragile and old, he needed all the nourishment he can get and with Littlefoot chomping and souping down on his only source of sustenance, he was on the verge of dying. He was deflating to the point where his body just gave up.
"Urk urk urk..." Hammond tried his best to retain life yet it was no use. As he took in his last breath, it resulted him clenching, hard, his ass.
Hammond's rectal clamping choked Littlefoot, giving him a taste of early extinction. The strangling made the brontosaurus' body flex, beckoning him to shit Petrie's partially digested corpse before perishing.
As a decoy, Alan Grant's group offered Petrie's excrement body to the hungry Rex and the carnivore accepted it. Free food is free food. The beast sipped it like it was hot chicken stew.
Dr. Grant and friends then escaped unscathed.
And with the affair over, Littlefoot's remaining companions mourned for his and Petrie's death.
"May you join Spike in the afterlife, fellas..." Ducky cried with Cera comforting her.
Dr. Grant and Ellie did the same with Malcolm.
With each passing day, The group didn't lose their way. They will still hold on together even after losing loved ones - Dreams will never die. And with that, they all grew up together in the valley - Generation upon generation, each passing on to the next, the tale of their ancestors' journey to the valley long ago.
THE END