Chapter 2 – Dinosaur boyfriends are what you want to be!
"YOU IDIOTS…I can't believe this."
Doctor Z was not pleased… That was not an unusual state of affairs, and the inhabitants of Zeta Point were very familiar with his short temper and loud voice. Still, he never failed to instil terror into his underlings.
Doctor Z was a short elderly man, with a wild beard, a mohawk of shocking white hair on the top of his otherwise bald head, and always dressed in a white lab coat. He was the leader of the Alpha Gang, the creator of Dinosaur Cards and the adoptive father and grandfather of the gangs' members.
"Bloody settle down gramps," said Blue the velociraptor. "The mission was a success."
"THE MISSION WAS MOST SURELY NOT A SUCCESS," The doctor scream, jumping up and down in extreme agitation. "I told you to bring back the dinosaur. That was your main task. Not only did you three idiots loose the card to those little twerps again. My own Dinosaurs disobeyed ordered."
Doctor Z had an audience of five; his three assistants, Ursula, Zander, and Ed, and the two raptors, Mycaelis and Blue. Though the Doctor was at least head and shoulders shoulder than the three humans, he still managed to instil terror within them, and they cowered in his wake.
"Hey, it's not our fault," protested Zander.
"Yeah, Mycaelis, Blue and Terry were the ones who abandoned us to go after Gozma," Ed spluttered. "Leaving us to fight the brats all by ourselves."
In contrast to the humans, the two dinosaurs were entirely intimidated. Indeed, Mycaelis was rather relaxed, his arms folded, as he leant against a wall. "Tank and Spiny are more than strong enough to take down tiny-claws and his little three-horned friend any day of the week. You fuck ups just can't use our cards properly."
Ursula whipped around, glaring at him in wild fury. "You watch your tongue freak. You act all tough, but you've been taken down more than enough times by that triceratops."
Mycaelis' face fell, the insult having annoyed him greatly. He straightened himself up, leering at Ursula and baring his teeth. "Don't call me a freak, old lady!"
"HOW DARE YOU." Ursula's face turned a deep shade of vermilion and with the look she gave the velociraptor she too could have been mistaken for an enraged dinosaur about to attack.
"ENOUGH OF THIS NON-SENSE!" Doctor Z bellowed, his voice reverberating throughout the room and bringing the feud to an end. "All five of you are responsible for this screw up. Ursula, you Zander, and Ed keep allowing those brats to get the better of you. But you Mycaelis led Blue and Terry to defy my orders. Your orders were to get the Parasaurolophus and capture Gozma if possible. Not to abandon your teammates and turn him into dino droppings. HAVE YOU LEARNT NOTHING!"
"You saying you're going to miss him," said Mycaelis defiantly. "Tell, that to all the dinosaurs who had their mates killed and their homes destroyed. We're better off with one less Space Pirate in the world."
"NOT THE POINT," howled Doctor Z. "You had very clear instructions and you disobeyed them. Now, not only does the D-Team have my Parasaurolophus card, but the Space Pirates will also be coming after us again. YOU ALWAYS ACT WITHOUT THINKING…"
Mycaelis folded his arms. "Well, if would help if you thought through the orders you gave."
A vein popped in Doctor Z's forehead. "Don't you take that tone with me, my child. I'm your father, I hatched you and your brother from the egg, and I deserve more respect than that! I fully intend to punish you for this! Hmmm." He folded his arms and drummed his fingers against his arm. "Yes…As punishment, I am assigning you to help Seth with his research."
"WHAT!" For the first time, Mycaelis seemed to lose his cool. His face fell and his eyes widened. He straightened up and gaped at Doctor Z in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"I'm dead serious," the doctor replied.
Blue let out a laugh. "Hahahaha Ouch!"
"Shut it," hissed Mycaelis.
Although Ursula started to laugh, neither she nor her human compatriots had an opportunity to gloat as Doctor Z rounded on them next.
"And as for you three… If you don't start brining me some dinosaur cards very soon, I'll feed the three of you boneheads to Terry!"
[Dinosaur]
"Miserable old geezer," Mycaelis grumbled as soon as he and Blue were out of the lab, and out of earshot of Doctor Z. "Punishing me for the old lady and her motely crew's fuck ups."
"HEY…I am not an old lady." Ursula's shrill voice echoed down the hall, but the two raptors ignored it.
"Now I'm going to spend the whole night being prodded and probed by the one human on this island who's crazier than he is."
"I keep telling you not to piss him off," said Blue with a smirk and a shake of his head. "But hey. At least he didn't make you clean with Helga."
"Fuck that!" growled Mycaelis. "I'll join the D-Team before I do that."
The two raptors looked at each other and laughed…And laughed. And for a few moments it was had to stop. Blue wiped a tear of laughter from his eye with his claw.
At the end of the corridor was a small lift, which led up to the surface. The cold metal of the underground fortress was replaced by a world of palm trees, grass, and blue sky. The tropical sunshine warmed the velociraptors scales, and the air was thick and wet, the smell of air the ocean on the air.
"Right…I'll see you later," Mycaelis as they stepped off the elevator platform and the secret trapdoor in the grass slid shut behind them. "No doubt the good doctor will want me so."
"Where are you going?" asked Blue.
"To find Terry…If I'm going to get probed all night then sure as hell, I'm getting laid and fed first!"
[Pokémon]
"Mraaa…"
The crab was small, nimble, and skittish, capable of scurrying through the sand at surprising speed and changing directions in the blink of an eye. No matter how much Terry ran, pounced, and stomped his foot, he could just not seem to catch it.
"Mraa… Mroo…Mah…"
Stomp…Stomp…Stomp….the crab managed to scurry clear from his foot every time.
Terry was a tyrannosaurus rex, a large bi-pedal theropod dinosaur with bright crimson scales and streaks of yellow down his back. Tyrant king of all lizards, he was the Alpha Gang's main fighter….When he was in his regular form that is.
Right now, Terry was in chibi form, no bigger than a dog and extremely cute looking…But also relatively harmless. He let out a cry of frustration as the crab managed to dig itself under the sand and out of his grasp.
There was no way he could go after it…his tiny t-rex arms were too short for digging.
"Mroo…"
His stomach gave a rumble, and his eyes scanned the beach on the hunt for more tasty crabs to eat. There were none in sight. He could try fishing, but he knew that was too dangerous in this form. The water became deep only a short way out and it risked running into the Mosasaurus.
"Mroo."
Terry rubbed at his belly with his short claws and licked his lips. Of course, he didn't need to hunt for food. Helga, the Alpha Gang's cook, and maid, would see to it that all the dinosaur and human inhabitants were all well fed… But dinner would still be a few hours away, and he was hungry now.
And then something changed…An instinct deep within his DNA activated, as it was as though the air became stiff around him. Nothing had physically changed around him, but he suddenly became aware that he was not alone on the beach…He was being hunted!
"Rah?"
WHOOSH
Terry spun around at the sound of rustling leaves and had just enough time to see a brown creature with yellow eyes and claws leap out of him from the bushes that lined the edge of the beach. Then he felt himself being tackled into the sand and pinned down; his vision lost in a world of brown scales.
"Naa…Mikey!"
The velociraptor had a wide grin on his muzzle, and he nuzzled Terry's neck, nipping at it playful. Not enough to hurt the tyrannosaur, but enough to let him feel the teeth. His forepaws were pressed on terry's chest and his foot claws pressed Terry's into the sand making it impossible for the t-rex to do anything more than squirm.
"I-I told you n-not to sneak up on me l-like that…"
"Well, you shouldn't leave yourself in the open then should you," Mycaelis replied coolly. "Now kiss me."
"Mroo."
Mycaelis pressed his jaw against Terry's and slid his long lizard tongue into the other dinosaur's maw. A process complicated by the fact that their muzzles were different shapes and not well adapted to kissing. A cascade of saliva dripped from Mycaelis's maw and into Terry's or else all over his face and chest.
"So, what did the crazy doctor say this time," Terry asked, panting as they broke apart. "Was he mad about the card?"
"Mating first, then talk," the velociraptor growled.
"Mraa."
Pinned flat on his back, Terry's entrance was already exposed, something Mycaelis had every intention of taking advantage of. Keeping his weight on Terry's waist to keep the tyrannosaur in place, Mycaelis lined himself up with the other theropod's tailhole, his cock already hard.
Terry glanced down, blushing slightly at the sight of Mycaelis's cock…It was longer than his arm. Granted he was a t-rex, but still. He didn't have long to admire it however, before the velociraptor slid inside him. He made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and squeak, his tailhole suddenly on fire in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"My-raah!"
Terry squeaked, squirmed, and dragged his claws through the sand around him, trying to find something to grip onto as the velociraptor started to thrust into him, hard and fast. Mycaelis threw back his head, maw wide open and tongue sticking out, crying out moans of pleasure into the air, not giving a damn about who could hear him. At the same time, he brought a claw down Terry's body to his now fully erect member and started stroking him off.
'GRAAA."
Both dinosaurs being young males, neither were capable of lasting particularly long. Almost as soon as they had stared, and near simultaneously, Terry felt his insides grow hot and wet, and he came all over himself and Mycaelis….
"So, what did gramps do to piss you off this time," Terry asked, as he and Mycaelis lay panting in the sand, warped in each other's arms and claws. Or at least the velociraptor has his arms wrapped around the young tyrannosaur. The latter's arms were a little too short for hugging effectively.
"What makes you think I'm angry," Mycaelis mumbled.
"I usually only get a fucking that hard when something's pissed you off."
Mycaelis sighed. "Uhh that old geyser. He's turning me into Seth's guinea pig for the night, for what happened in Sydney."
Terry's eyes widened. "Ouch."
"I know right," grumbled Mycaelis. "All because discount drag act team rocket can't catch one lousy Parasaurolophus, and we took out the space pirate. I mean, where in the name of the asteroid, did gramps find those three?"
Terry grunted, not having anything to really add to the conversation. Seeing however, that his boyfriend was particularly annoyed, he pressed the end of his nose into his neck and nuzzled the velociraptor so as to comfort him. The effort earned him a tight squeeze from the other theropod.
"Tank and Spiny could easily take down show horns and tiny arms," Mycaelis continued, his voice a little softer than before. He closed his eyes and pulled Terry closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feel of his nose against his long neck. "Those three dimwits can't use the fucking move cards properly. Still, I wouldn't mind getting my claws on those D-Team brats. hehehe."
He is, and mimed a slashing motion with his claw, before sighing again. "Wonder what Seth has in store for me tonight."
Terry only let out a small whine in response. Mycaelis opened a single eye and noticed that the t-rex had similarly shut his and his breathing had become a lot more gradual. He wasn't quite asleep but drifting. Mycaelis smiled to himself and stroked Terry's side gently with his free right claw, eliciting from him a little moan.
"Hey lovebirds," came a dulcet voice from behind them.
[Dinosaur]
Meanwhile…
In addition to Doctor Z, Seth, Ursula, Zander, and Seth the Alpha Gang had two more members, Doctor Z's grandchildren Rod and his sister Laura. Rod was a teenage boy of about sixteen years of age, with jet back hair he wore in a somewhat messy fashion. Laura was a couple of years younger, her hair a dark pink and worn shoulder length.
Being older, Rod was expected to work around Zeta Point, and his list of chores generally extended to maintenance and repair of equipment. He was a qualified mechanic and electrical engineer. As well as general duties in caring and rearing for the various dinosaurs who lived on the island. It was work he relished doing – he loved dinosaurs as much as his grandfather.
This afternoon found him in the Dino-nursery; a part of the facility designed to keep dinosaur eggs and infants safe and to provide them with care. Not that they had many eggs at the moment. Of the six round hatchery towers in the nursery, only one was in active used. And it only contained four eggs.
Rod leaned over it, gently turning the eggs, one after the other, to check for signs of cracks and to ensure that each side received ample warmth from the heating light above. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It was much hotter and more humid in here than in most other parts of the island.
To make the hatchlings feel most at home, the temperature of the room was set to resemble that of the late craterous period.
"Hmm…Day thirty. Still signs of hatching. C'mon little guy. Get a move on in there!" Rod pulled a clipboard off the side of the hatchery box and made a set of notes. "Or take your time. No pressure….I wonder what's for dinner."
He put the clipboard back down and was about to turn around and exit the hatchery when a computerised voice echoed softly, "Door opening. Nursery."
"Hello…" Rod spun around and found himself face to face with a lizard like creature, about a head shorter than he was, adorned with a blue streak across his scales. "Oh Blue! You're back."
Blue coxed his head and grinned at him. "You couldn't tell!"
"What by grandpa shouting," Rod chuckled. "Trust me, I've learned to block it out."
They both laughed before embracing. Rod took a hold of Blue's claws and squeezed them, while the raptor lifted his head up to nuzzle the side of his neck, ending by licking the boy on his cheek.
"So how did the mission go," Rod asked when they broke apart. "Mycaelis and Ursula run you hard like they always do?"
"Mykie got the pirate," replied Blue. "Pairs was taken by those twerps from the D-Team."
"So that's what got grampa all riled up."
"He was pretty pissed." Blue grinned again and folded his arms. "He sentenced Mykie to being Seth's lab rat for the night."
"Tsch." Rod made a sound as sucked in his cheeks. "Harsh."
"So, how's things going here, any signs of life." Blue sidled up to the hatchery box, placing his two claws on top of it and lifting himself up to see over. A sad expression crossed his face as he laid eyes on the contents. "Oh. Only four."
"These are the only eggs who survived the chase," said Rod, sadly. "We took some pretty heavy damage. I guess the vibrations were too much." He sighed. "The dinosaurs all turned back to cards when the holds were breached, but the eggs had no chance. The vibrations would have been too much."
"All those hatchlings." Blue sniffed, sound for a second as though he were going to cry. "There are so few of us left now."
Rod smiled at him and placed a hand on his back to comfort him. "It'll be okay Blue. We'll fix the time machine and then we'll be able to bring back more dinosaurs."
Blue looked up at him, his eyes shining and wide smile on his face. "Hmm. Always know just what to say." He pushed his neck forward and licked Rod again. Then, looking back at the eggs he added, "so, any idea when these will hatch."
"Depends on their species. This one's grandpa's microraptor." Rod pointed to the smallest of the eggs. It was a bright blue in colour. "It's been incubating thirty days, so it should be any day now. No idea about the other."
"Huh." Blue pressed his nose into the box, so it was just touching the little egg. "Hey little hatchling. Ready to come out of there. It's lots of fun out here."
Rod turned back around, leaning against the hatchery box, and fanning himself with his right hand. "Come on. I'm all about done it here. Too damn hot."
Blue gave him a coy smile and tapped his side with his claw. "Well, you know if you're all sweaty you can feel free to take your shirt off. I won't mind. Hehe."
Rod glowered at him. "Behave yourself. You know what grandpa said he'd do if he caught us doing it in here again. Besides its nearly dinner time. Where's Mycaelis by the way?"
The grin died from Blue's face to be replaced by a look of exasperation. "Knowing him, probably with his cock buried deep in Terry's tailhole while he moans his name for the whole ocean to hear."
Rod rolled his eyes. "Knowing him, he's probably on top of a whole pile of theropods."
"Hehehe. True," Blue giggled.
[Dinosaur]
Back on the beach…
"Mmmp." Mycaelis opened an eye and tilted his head back to see two pairs of eyes and along muzzle poking out and looking at him from the water. "Piss off pervert."
"Hehehe…Perv and proud. If you didn't want to be watched, you'd do it somewhere more private. Thanks for the show but…hehehe."
The voice, and the set of eyes, belonged to Levi, the Alpha Gang's Mosasaurs. A large marine lizard with a wide jaw filled with sword like teeth, flippers and along tail, which he used to slither through the water. Blue in colour, although shaped like a large fish, Levi was a reptile and would periodically surface to fill his lungs with air, usually resting on a coral reef or beach.
"It was private until you showed up," Mycaelis retorted, half irritably, half amused. "Not my fault you can't get laid. Or get it off."
Hearing the commotion, Terry opened his eyes and rolled onto his belly, raising his torso with his small arms…as much as he could. It was only then that he realised he was still connected to Mycaelis. "Oh, hey Levi, yahh." He fell down again, landing on top of the raptor, and eliciting a chuckle from Levi.
"Well, maybe if you wanted to come from a swim hehehe," chuckled the mosasaur. "I promise I don't bite…Much!"
"Ha. In your dreams," boomed Mycaelis.
"Oh Mycaelis," said Levi. "You may be a magnet for theropods, but who says I was talking to you! How about its Terry."
"Whaaa!" The Tyrannosaurs opened his jaw, not sure how to respond.
"Come take a swim with me, and I'll get you wet in more ways than one." Levi winked at him, making Terry blush. Impressive when his scales were already red. "Once you've had mosasaur that's what you'll long for."
"You know it's a good job you're a swimmer, because there's no way in a meteor strike that any dinosaur on this island is going to help you get your dick wet.," Mycaelis taunted. "How does it feel to be the only existing dinosaur virgin, I mean." He smirked. "Do you even know what it feels like to blow your load."
Levi pouted. "C'mon Terry, it must be a public service at this point!"
"It's a public service to keep you from breeding with anyone," said Mycaelis. "The frustration is just a bonus."
"Mean," snorted Levi. "Hey Mykie. Word around the island is that you got busted by the D-Team. That can't be true right."
It was Mycaelis's turn to pout. He jumped up and glared at Levi, knocking Terry off him and awkwardly into the sand, given they were still connected. For good measure, Terry pulled himself off the velociraptor's now flaccid member and got back to his foot claws.
"WHAT! Who's saying that. Is it Spiny. If it is, I'll kill him. Or the old lady."
From somewhere below, a shrill voice cried out… "I AM NOT AN OLD LADY!"
"So is it true," grinned Levi.
"Hell no!" snapped Mycaelis. "It was entirely Ursula's fault. Spiny's too if he's been mouthing off about me. They lost the fight to the D-Team brats. Blue, Terry, and I were pre-occupied with that Space Pirate cunt Gomza."
Levi chuckled. "Hey just asking…Yeesh. Don't get your tail in a knot."
At that point a bell rang out, a sharp clear sound audibles around the island. The three Dino's recognised it at once – the call to dinner.
"C'mon, let's go," Mycaelis rumbled, pulling himself out of the sand. "You know Helga." He put a mocking emphasis on the name. "Won't like it if we're late for dinner again…"
