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Here's Term-03 of my long time ago project! Thanks, folks! You can find more of my work and Commission information at: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/inert-ren/ Cheers!
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This isn’t my usual subject, but today I was consumed by intrusive thoughts, and they wouldn’t leave until I drew this
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⮚ "The Trample Herd" ⮘ by Ahastar on Inkbunny I always loved the idea that herbivore dinosaurs shouldn't be those docile, fleeing, passive creatures. Instead, I want them to be as much of a violent danger to carnivores as the other way round - just that while carnivores try to hunt them down and devour them, herbivores try to sniff out carnivores to trample and smash the living fuck out of them. And the magnum opus of that should be Herbivore Herd Stampedes - not a sign of escaping prey animals, but active, steamrolling forces of nature that try to seek out and stomp to pulp any carnivore they can find. Amazing work by , whom I can only recommend as a top notch artist to commission.
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This was a fun one, Patrick Highclaw might be short but that doesn't stop him from mounting Hide. I'll probably post some solo renders of his model at some point. I believe there was a story associated with this image on the referenced 2D image on Trias' page.
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It's kind of nice to have this as a concrete example of my progress as an artist, looking at the difference between the first version and this one. This should be render 1 of 3 but maybe I'll do a fourth who knows.
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She's got a nice looking dress, it was fun to do cloth sims on this one.
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Riding to El Dorado Sora riding a diplodocus, in Chel cosplay. Started as just a sketch, but I wanted some color in there and I think it turned out nice ~ feral dinosaurs are more fun to draw than I thought!
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The Rite of Spring - Extinction
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Wait What ...either she's wondering "hang on, that's not a dinosaur!" or she has a "dat ass..." moment ~ whichever you prefer, probably both lol
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A Beach of a Day Took a good while to finish, but it's been a while since we've seen Viv, plus I wanted the scene to be a bit livlier than just keeping it a solo image ~ hope you like it!
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Valentines Diplo Greetings from Sora with something Valentine's Day themed~!
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Choose-your-butt It's a tough choice and we aree here to help. commission for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/orion-b/ !
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Commission for LegionBeast, Patrick Highclaw is his, Hide Lanoro is mine~ Story written by LegionBeast here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ss6TpQ9O_fYxdkXobbDqMOJUJI920LtfgTL2FsNQaz4/edit Story Patrick Highclaw was honestly quite excited, though he did his best to keep his composure. Hide Lanoro had honestly brought much needed happiness and variety to his life, even if it started in an unconventional way. Her presence coerced him into indulging in a few of his neglected hobbies and even sharing them with her, to which she shared some of her own with him. This also led to her choosing to invite him along to some social gatherings, the current one she was helping him prepare for being a party in celebration of Hunter’s Night, technically a three night celebration. While he normally would take on extra work time during the event, he found that his friendship gave him a reason to participate. Wearing a casual white shirt and light brown shorts, he traveled the now familiar walking route to the building Hide was currently residing in, the evening glow of the sun making for pleasing soft gold tint to most things. His excitement put a slight spring in his step, though he was straining to not be hopping and skipping to her place. He tried to focus on reciting to himself the origin of Hunter’s Night to somewhat distract him. In ages past, as the seasons began to become colder, the plants in northern regions would start to hibernate, dropping their leaves and providing little nourishment. As a result, herbivores had to graze relentlessly to put on extra weight to make it through the tough winter months. Sadly, this meant that the carnivores had to do the same and hunting escalated dramatically. This led to an accidental discovery as some herbivores would try to hide through camouflage, but in some cases, the camouflage would make the herbivore look like a much more terrifying predator or unknown creature, scaring the actual predator away. This also could scare other herbivores away who’d abandon their food to save their lives. As time continued on and culture shifted, the event was repeated for fun instead of necessity and in places where the seasons hardly cooled; adults and children would dress up in wild costumes and travel around to “scare” their neighbors, who would dole out treats to the visitors. It was the theropods who began hosting parties where the most elaborate costumes would get the most attention, and this caught on outside of their species soon enough. One such party gathering was where Hide intended to take Pat and while he had a costume idea, once he mentioned it to Hide, she insisted she take care of everything involving it, so long as he arrived at her place on the first night. By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he found himself inside the building she was staying at and specifically, outside the door to Hide’s exclusive room. He gave two polite knocks before he heard some rattling of latches and locks and the door swung open, but it wasn’t Hide who opened it, rather he was greeted by the somewhat stoic face of a Parasaurolophus woman he didn’t recognize. “Ah perfect, bring him in.” he heard Hide’s voice call out. With a nod, the Parasaurolophus invited him into the room, shutting the door behind him and walking back over to Hide, allowing him to see Hide preparing for the party by way of having two more dinosaurs assist; a Corythosaurus, and an Oviraptor. Hide was currently standing still, completely naked, while the three were carefully painting Hide’s body an exotic mixture of light and dark blues in a somewhat irregular pattern. Her face was mostly stoic, but she let part of a smile creep onto her lips, which drew extra attention as she was wearing special tooth caps that made her look to have large fangs. Pat blinked several times as the three ladies stepped away from her as they finished painting her body and even though the costume was incomplete he could tell who she was dressing up as. “Vertigo?” he said, with a fair bit of surprise in his voice. She gave a full smile at that. “Why so surprised? I assumed you would have had an idea of what I was planning after the last few times you spent the night. “Well, I mean, I was certainly surprised you liked to play games like that… much less that you were so good at them.” he said, which earned a small chuckle from her. “Wait until you see the full costume. Now undress so these ladies can do their job and dress you up as Talon.” she said, to which Pat smiled widely and nodded before removing his shirt, folding it up and then his pants and underpants. One of the ladies then produced a picture that, at a glance, Pat could see was a picture of the character he used the most in the same game he and Hide played. The other two looked it over before the Parasaur motioned for Pat to turn his back to them and stand on a rather large and thick cloth, which he complied in doing. The trio walked around him and muttered a few terms about paints and colors before he felt his head feathers get tied in a thin band at the base before he could hear one of them running some sort of dye over them, stroking her hands along them from base to tip. Pat was then instructed to close his eyes and keep his lips closed, which he obeyed and then felt two tubes being gently inserted into his nostrils. He was a little confused until he felt a rather intense cool sensation wash over his face as what felt like a large brush swept over him, giving a sensation that would have made him feel like he was going to suffocate, but the tubes in his nose allowed for clear breathing. The intense sensation was repeated and was done all down his back, then along his tail and arms and legs. This was followed with a very warm sensation and the whirring of a motor as a hand held blow dryer was used to solidify the paint. The heavy coating eventually ceased and the tubes were pulled from his nose as he was told he could open his eyes, and other than a brief moment of sticking, he could see fine and saw his body was covered in a very orange red coloration. He then jumped a moment as he felt the cool sensation beginning to brush under his tail, at which point he heard Hide’s voice. “They are going to paint every bit of you, so i’d suggest you just make it easier for them to do their job.” Pat recalled his brief view of Hide and noted that, yes, every part of her was painted, including her loins. Swallowing down his embarrassment, he leaned over and stepped his legs apart, raising his tail into the air, and with a professional speed, they continued to paint the underside of his tail right up to his rump, then they continued to paint between his cheeks, over his hole, his taint, and even the back of his sack. All of it was followed by the warm comforting air of the dryer and soon enough, it was finished. His front was next and he was instantly met with the Corythosaurus using a large brush to paint him from chin, down his neck, and to his loins in a white paint before drying it. The Parasaurolophus then pulled over a cushioned stool and had Pat sit upon it, which he quickly did and felt a lot of relief in doing so, though he noted that he expected his rump to stick to the material due to the paint, but found that it really didn’t feel any different than normal. Pat then felt a cool sensation touch his tail tip as one of the ladies was now using a brush to slowly paint the stripe patterning. It slightly tickled but not extremely so as he could keep himself still. He did note that every time she finished one of the stripes, she used a handheld blow dryer to ensure the paint didn’t run or smudge before she moved to the next stripe. The one part that made him jump slightly was the Oviraptor who was in front of him as she went about painting his feet and claws a shade of gray and white. This he could watch easily and was rather surprised at how in depth she was doing her job; painting the undersides of his claws and around the bases, in between his toes, and even the soles of his feet, all followed with her own blow drying machine. He watched her complete one foot, then slowly do the same on his other foot before she switched to the black paint to make the stripes along his legs. He sagged his legs apart for her to have more room and she soon was using it as she leaned from side to side, ensuring the patterning was correct. Pat did, however, react in a way he wasn’t really expecting as he watched the rather shapely lady do her work between his legs. The warmth of her dryer on his thighs wasn’t doing him any favors and soon nature beat out any “civil” mask he was wearing as his very exposed maleness soon began plumping up. He held still to try and not notice it, but when he was about half hard, she bumped into it, but paid it no mind. He swallowed and tried not to burn up in embarrassment as he focused on the sensations on his tail and onto his back, but still the dryer on his legs made him look down again, seeing her finish up the final stripe on his legs. He nearly sighed in relief as she stood back up, but she made brief eye contact with him and gave him a coy wink and a smile before she walked around behind him, which earned him another firm swallow. A swallow that was premature as she returned in front of him with more white paint as she knelt in front of him and stared directly at his shaft. He really didn’t know what she was doing until he noted that, as he was growing erect, his shaft was stretching his skin and exposing areas that the paint didn’t reach. Using a smaller brush, she began painting the cool liquid along his hardening shaft, covering up any place that had been missed, which in turn made him grow harder and harder. This was compounded when she used the dryer and a pleasing warmth flooded his loins directly, eventually leading to him reaching full mast. He’d never been nude and at full mast in front of any female without the intention of having sex with her, but he kept reminding himself that this was part of the costume… Why such detail, he wasn’t sure yet, but he focused on the professional aspect. That is, until the Oviraptor firmly grasped his shaft and gave a single slow stroke, making the skin roll down and earning a firm throb before she painted the last few areas of his shaft, followed by drying it. By the end of it, he was rock hard and even a bead of prefluid was at the tip as she let go. He slowly breathed to get himself under control, but she made eye contact with him one more time and raised her eyebrows a couple times in a quick motion before she stood up and walked behind him. He wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or frustrated that she stopped, but that was the last bit of stimulation on his loins and, after a few minutes,he soon shrunk back down as he focused on the painting now going up his back. He felt the band on his feathers get removed and a slight bit more dye applied followed by a blow dryer. “Please close your eyes.” the Corythosaur said, to which Pat obeyed, and he soon felt them painting along his neck and face, notably painting around and over his eyelids. He felt them paint, dry, and then pull on his skin to paint the areas the wrinkles hid before finally finishing with a wave of warm air on his nose. “Okay, the paint is dry. You will look like this for about three days before it slowly fades.” the Oviraptor stated. Pat blinked. “Three days?” he said, perhaps a bit louder than he meant to as he looked down at his painted body and stood up. Hide interjected before any of the artists could say anything. “Of course. You think I’d get full body paint that could easily smudge off if someone so much as brushes by you?” Pat turned and was rather stunned to see Hide in her full costume; Her body was painted primarily light blue with irregular yet beautiful patches of dark blue. She wore a strap-on hood like that of a snake with the only indication that it wasn’t really a part of her body being the band on her neck. Her smile was framed with her giant fangs and on her body she wore a white top that carried her breasts in two vertical straps that tied behind her neck, only barely hiding her areola and letting them bob side to side freely while her loins were only barely obscured with a matching white loincloth. The entire outfit was capped off by the large staff she placed on the floor at her side, as tall as her shoulder, solid gold in color, and given the design of a hooded snake with emerald eyes coiled around a rod of gold. She was a spitting image of the fictional sorceress of Insanity, ignoring that she was quite a bit more plush, but that only made her appeal more to him. He had to blink a few times before he received a tap on the shoulder from the Oviraptor before she handed him the clothing that Talon wore, and he now had an idea of why Hide wanted the two of them dressed this way, as he forgot that Talon, being the embodiment of Survival, only wore the bare essentials. That is, to say, a far too snug set of tan “briefs'' that only barely covered his own loins and provided so much bulge that there was nothing left to the imagination. He sighed and pulled them on, feeling the rings disguised as stones on his hips that kept the piece of fabric together, and surprisingly, felt how the cloth looked to be flimsy, but was in fact rather elastic and held rather firmly to his body. Even as he stepped his legs apart, did high steps in place, and squatted, nothing slipped free. Still he could feel how snug the garment was and how much he jiggled and swayed in it. “I hope the party isn’t going to be asking too much from us moving around.” he said, somewhat concerned before one of the ladies pulled over a large freestanding mirror and Pat could fully see himself; orange skin with a white belly covered in black stripes from head to tail and with a plume of white feathers on his head and white coloration on his feet. He tried taking the familiar fighting pose of the character with his hand claws at the ready and a snarl on his face and, for a moment, he didn’t see himself, just the character. Hide soon stepped up next to him and took a similar pose with her staff in hand and his worries were rather quashed. “We will mostly be giving a pose for those who want to take a picture, as well as enjoying the buffet. Nothing too arduous that should give you any reason to worry about wardrobe malfunctions.” she said before he felt her tail give his ass a playful slap. “Unless you give me a reason to make it happen.” she said with a smirk that Pat had seen a few times and couldn’t quite figure out if she was only teasing him or tempting fate. For the time being, he trusted the idea that she was just teasing him. — The party they were heading to was only about a block away from where Hide was currently staying, so walking there was no issue for the two of them. Doing so let Pat see that the painting process the ladies had done didn’t take all that long, perhaps an hour at most as the sky still had an orange tint to it despite it still being darker. Pat’s thoughts turned to how he felt at the moment and he was a little… out of his element? He never really wandered about in such little clothing and even his rarely used swimming trunks were not as skimpy as these bottoms. The air exposure combined with how comfortably snug the bottoms were provoked an unwarranted stiffening of his loins, causing him to slightly fall behind Hide’s walking pace. He took a breath and tried to focus on what was going on around him. He noted that they weren’t the only ones out, much less in costume as many youngsters were in full costumes, some more elaborate than others, and it made him realize how having three nights for the celebration was rather handy as the eager youngsters could primarily participate on the first night while the older adults would wait until the second and third nights. This made him feel somewhat better, but as he focused his eyes forward, the sight before him made everything difficult again. Hide’s shapely form took firm step after step, the lack of clothing making every jiggle and flex of her body on full display as her thick tail gently swayed and twirled behind her. The patterning of the body paint only added to the exotic show, which wasn’t helping his hardening issue. Thankfully they soon reached the building the party was being held at; a building that was used for various social gatherings through the year with no true set interior design beyond a primarily large and empty main room. As they drew closer to the building, Pat saw an older Carcharodontosaurus lady standing by the door, and when he saw her outfit consisting of a rather formal guard uniform and her fairly ample muscular frame, realized she was something of an ID check for the party. Pat suddenly realized he didn’t have any sort of ID with him and Hide wasn’t carrying her handbag, so he fully expected to be turned away. However, as they stepped up and the guard raised her hand and gave a soft smile as she waited for some ID clearance, Hide reached into her barely covering top over her left breast and pulled out a pair of tickets. Upon handing them to the guard, said guard eyed them, tore them in half, and handed the stubs back to Hide. “Enjoy your night, you two. Love the costumes.” she said in a rather cheerful tone. Hide gave a polite closed mouth smile and nod while Pat gave a similar smile as they stepped into the building. The interior of the building was quite expansive, easily the size of a gymnasium. There were tables with various snack foods and drinks spread along the far walls, some given “creepy” or “gruesome” themes, such as a platter of berries being listed as “eyeballs”. Near the back of the room was what looked like a makeshift stage consisting of some wood flooring and a curtain as a backdrop that would change color thanks to the lighting used behind it. A fair few folks were wandering about and socializing, wearing every manner of costume from elaborate ones with many props, to simple ones. In fact, some of them were on the stage acting out scenes from movies, stories, or games. As Pat continued to look around, he noted some folks were wearing even less than he was; a Lambeosaurus male sporting what amounted to a jock strap was walking around and only when Pat recognized the pattern on it did he realize what pseudo macho character he was “dressed” as. This comforted Pat as he knew he wouldn’t stick out for that specific reason, but many of the females wore very little as well, some wearing unitard outfits with no shoulder straps and tight loins, exposing ample bust and rump. Pat took a breath and decided that it would be best to just wander around, enjoy some snack food, and spend some time with Hide. On that note though, Pat noticed that Hide had seemed to get more and more in character; she was deliberately wriggling her tail around and even moved her head with twisting, bobbing movements as she walked. It only made her jiggle even more and Pat was finding it hard to… not be hard. As the night progressed, Pat and Hide sampled some of the snacks and posed for some folks to take pictures of them as they idly discussed some of the costumes they saw, but Pat noticed that Hide seemed to press close to him now and then, using an arm or her tail to squeeze him close to her hip for a moment, an action he would return by giving her a kind hug at the hips without putting too much thought into it, until it was evident that she was doing it more frequently the longer they were there. During one such hug, Hide spoke. “Let’s put on a little show on the stage.” she suggested. Pat looked up at her as he thought about it. “What would you want to do?” he asked. “We could enact some banter from the game then have ourselves a little play fight. I’m certain it would get quite the approval from the folks here.” she said, her face having a very notable and eager smirk on it. “Are you sure?” Pat questioned. “I’m sure you can do the moves Vertigo can, but a lot of Talon’s moves involve climbing up his larger foes.” he said, to which Hide only smirked again before she gripped his wrist and slid his hand up her leg until it was resting firmly on her butt cheek. “You didn’t have any issue climbing up my body before.” she said, which made the memories of their first encounter hit him and a very light flush hit his cheeks. With no further discussion, Hide made for the stage area with Pat following close behind. A couple people were chatting idly on the stage but when Pat and Hide took their positions opposing one another, they noticed that someone was going to start acting and quickly moved off of it. Hide’s body took on even more of that characteristic sway, and to match that, Pat hunched forward with his claws at the ready. “Flee, you worthless runt!” she said loudly, the statement alone cutting a lot of the nearby idle chatter down and catching attention. “The land of The Strip is mine to command!” Pat softly cleared his voice and focused on Hide. “This is the land of my family and people! Using all my strength, I will send you back to The Tomb from which you came!” He quoted from memory as he and Hide stepped closer. He noticed that a fair few eyes were on them now and someone behind the curtain even altered the colors to give it a gray and brown color. Hide started things off with a lash from her tail that snapped rather close to his head but didn’t actually hit him, but he reacted as if it did, snapping his head to the side before he trotted up quickly to her. She knew what he was going to do and he saw her body brace and flex as he grabbed her legs and rather quickly hefted himself up her body, scaling her frame until his feet were braced on her hips and she was made to look up at him. He made three mock slashing strokes with his hands, but as he did so, he couldn’t help but notice that his positioning had pressed her bust between his thighs and that they were warmly cradling his already half hard bulge, the mock strikes and her reaction to them making them jiggle pleasingly. She compounded this by giving him a knowing smirk and wink before he hopped backwards off of her and back onto the stage, the move getting a fair few claps from the watching audience. The fight continued and much of it was various mock fisticuffs of claw slashing, kicking, and tail whips. All the while, Hide seemed to begin breathing harder, which made Pat wonder if she was okay. He knew from experience that she normally had much more stamina and this little bit of playing around shouldn’t be burning her out, though other than her breathing and a very light sweat forming on her, she wasn’t any slower. Pat ran to her and did another of the climbing attacks, scaling her once more with his feet braced to her hips and her bust cupping his irritatingly hard bulge. He went for the Jugular Bite, latching his mouth around her throat, but he used his lips instead of his teeth. He paused, however, because he could have sworn that she let out an ever so soft groan. This made him hold the pose a bit longer than he intended and, realizing this, he pulled his lips off her with an audible pop before hopping back off her, to the clapping of many members watching, including one theropod fellow who was wearing only some rags and who Pat only just realized was apparently cosplaying as a follower to Talon from the same game. He didn’t have much time to think about that as Hide suddenly lashed her tail along the floor, giving his ankle a light smack and Pat internally winced. He HATED this move! It was how she kept catching him off guard. Playing into the move, however, he felt her tail curl on his ankle and give a soft yank, to which he acted as if she had actually grabbed him by the foot and dragged him across the stage to be directly in front of her, now dazed and open to whatever she was going to do to him. Hide however caught him much more off guard as she suddenly used her staff to rather firmly sweep Pat’s legs out from under him. This was NOT in the game and not something he was expecting as his back suddenly hit the floor with a firm slap. He blinked a few times to get his bearings, but only saw Hide looking down at him with a heated expression on her face, and only now did ne see from this angle that the small bits of fabric of her loincloth had been the only thing hiding the fact that she’d been wearing nothing under it, a glimmering sheen of arousal covered her painted vagina and he now was getting why she was so amped up. She suddenly stepped over his hips and with a deftness Pat never expected, she used her toes to pull the fabric off of his shaft and to the side, exposing it to the open air as it pointed straight up at her. The audience didn’t seem to notice though and a fragment of Pat’s mind could only guess that her massive pillar-like legs were obscuring it. “If you will not leave, then I will make you submit!” she suddenly said as she raised up her staff in both hands before she squatted down over him. He raised his hands up to block the staff on reflex, but she wasn’t pressing down too hard on it and it wasn’t very heavy. However his teeth grit and his eyes went wide as he both felt and saw the head of his shaft being nudged between her sopping lips; he went to move and as soon as he did, she suddenly did press down on the staff, making him have to focus on pushing it back lest she actually smash him to the floor. She slid herself down to one knee yet somehow continued to make the elaborate snakelike movements over him, making her hips wiggle and roll on him, his shaft head cradled and moistened between her eager lips. She suddenly pushed more firmly on the staff and when she did, she sank smoothly down his shaft, slowly pushing every inch into her hot, sopping, twitching insides. Pat had been with her enough to know she was usually only like this when she was especially turned on, and knew there was no point in resisting her. Still, he pushed back on the staff and when he did, she raised herself off of him a bit, before she pressed back on the staff, sinking back down again, much to both of their pleasure. The crowd seemed to be rather raptly attentive as this back and forth continued with little cheers and jeers stating if they wanted to have Hide win or if Pat was to make a comeback, but the two involved could really only focus on the less obvious back and forth as she smoothly and sloppily rode him in front of everyone, an incredibly glossy sheen along his shaft and her parted lips as strings of her fluids stretched between their hips. Pat could feel her insides tensing up and looking up at her form, jiggling in all the right places and with the skimpy attire, it was impossible to deny that, yes, all of this was oddly and wildly erotic and pushed him ever closer to climax. “Submit yourself! Insanity shall rule over all mortals!” she said, surprisingly in character despite the beads of sweat and the soft flushing of her face even through the paint. Pat tried to focus, but the avalanche of sensations and the buildup of his impending climax was making it difficult to remember how his character spoke. “N-Never! Mortals will fight for survival in even the t-tightest of encounters!” he said, stammering through his words. At that, Hide pressed down on the staff again and suddenly made three hard thrusts with her hips before she leaned over Pat and gave a devilish grin as she kept him deep inside of her. It took only a moment, but he saw her bust swaying in her top, her nipples making threats to rip through the fabric from how stiff they were, he saw her belly give several rippling quivers, and felt a warmth spreading around his snugly grasped shaft, and it all was too much. Despite trying to hold back, it only made the release more powerful as he felt that tightly coiled fireball in his gut race between his legs before being ejected out of his shaft in hard, powerful throbs. He saw only a slight change in her expression, her eyes growing slightly wider as she gently shivered before her own insides reacted to that pooling warmth by contracting in a rhythmic suckling action as her own climax drew every drop he had to give deep into her body. It was only a few moments that they held the position, but after he stopped throbbing inside of her, she suddenly took hold of the staff and pulled it out from between them before shouting. “Enough! This encounter amused me, despite how futile it was.” she said as she slowly stood up, letting him slip out of her body. As soon as he did, he quickly rolled onto his side and pulled his undergarment over his loins, briefly wincing at the moist squish of her juices on the fabric, before he scrambled to his feet and the two faced each other once more. “I will face you on the Final Battlefield, and there I will claim dominion.” Pat was trying to catch his breath and think clearly before he got back into character. “I fought you now and I will fight you there!” he said as Hide then took her normal casual stance and walked up to him taking his hand and turning to the crowd that had gathered before Pat got the idea and the two both gave a professional bow to those who gathered, the theropod in the robes in particular giving rather loud hoots of approval. Hide then led the two of them off the stage. “So, want to take that Final Battle back to my place?” she said, making Pat look up at her for a moment to see that she was still flushed and not nearly satisfied, but was giving him the option to continue or not. With a smile he nodded up at her. “Lead the way and I’ll follow.” he said as he chanced a squeeze of her butt cheek, which earned an ever so soft sound of approval from her throat. — After Pat visited the restroom to somewhat clean himself off, he returned to Hide and the party. The night continued without nearly as many enthralling moments as before, though he had joined her in gripping and stroking her body at random intervals. This was punctuated by some photographers who wanted to take pictures of them in poses, notably where Pat had climbed her and “clawed” at her face. Hide was willing to continue doing it for the images, but Pat soon found it was because after they would snap the photo and walk off, she’d take a moment to squeeze her bust around his bulge, coaxing a pleased grunt from Pat. Eventually enough time had passed and the snacks and environment were not as interesting as when they arrived and the two decided to depart, though Pat had every intention of following Hide back to her place for the night. Stepping outside of the building showed the sky to be fully darkened, the sun fully set, yet the sky was peppered with a vibrant display of stars in the mostly cloudless night, along with a nearly full moon that served to assist in illuminating the night. He spent his time walking behind Hide again and admiring her lovely shapely form, her painted pattern and color being quite enthralling in the moonlight. Soon enough, they returned to the building she was currently staying at and entered the elevator to her floor, the close proximity leading to her leaning against him as he hugged her leg and gave one of her cheeks a squeeze before the door opened and they continued down the hall to her room, of which he let her enter first. After he stepped inside the room and locked up the door, he turned to look at her and saw her standing without the staff in the doorway to her bedroom, her hands on the doorframe as she wriggled seductively from side to side. “It’s time for the final battle. Think you can take me now?” she playfully taunted. Her teasing had more than riled Pat back into the mood. Once she backed up from the doorway and vanished into the room, Pat quickly followed and soon found her standing on her spacious bed, her legs apart and arms at the ready. Pat hurried up onto the bed which would now serve as their playful wrestling mat. She tested him out slowly, reaching to grab him before he’d dart back slightly until he dashed at her. She braced and let him climb up her again, but before he could really do anything, he felt her hands grab his rump, pulling him off her chest and lifting him up higher, which made him more than a little concerned as he looked down at her face. She wore a devilish smile before she licked her lips and suddenly gave a lunging bite at his crotch, the prosthetic fangs digging into the material of his undergarment. He wriggled in tense worry, but her fangs hit no skin. She did, however, show how strong they were as she pulled her head back and pushed him away from her, and with a small metallic clicking sound, the fasteners to his bottoms gave way and she had pulled them completely off before nonchalantly spitting them out to the side, freeing his surprisingly erect shaft before she abruptly dropped him. He was disoriented for a moment as be bounced on his rump on the soft mattress, but after he climbed to his feet, he suddenly climbed right back up her body again, but this time he clamped his mouth on her throat, suckling his lips to her skin and gently running his teeth against her as he nipped at her and his hands braced on her shoulders. Hide let out a deep pleased hum, and soon Pat could feel her pressing her breasts together around his hard shaft. Now, with no interruptions, he had no issue rolling his hips into her comfortable yet firm cleavage. He pulled from her neck with a suckling pop, only to move his mouth to her jawline and nip her there before licking and placing a suckling kiss at that fake wound he made. She was certainly not opposed to it if the intensity of her squeezing his shaft was any indication, though when his shaft left her breasts, she was momentarily confused. He continued to climb up her body and actually was starting to climb over her shoulder, clinging to her and starting to crawl upside down. His lower half was still dangling over her shoulder, but his upper half was gripping along her back, and suddenly she felt something loosen on her and the entire top of her attire fell off, completely freeing her bust. She let out a small chuckle as he started to crawl down her back farther, and she smirked as, for a moment, his hard shaft was waving in front of her face. She took this moment to hold his hips still and give the length a slow lick from tip to base before she let him go about his very amusing adventure. Soon enough he was fully upside down on her back, clinging to her form with his claws. She was completely blind to what he was doing, but stood her legs apart as she had some idea. Sure enough, his hands found the clasps to her loincloth and he removed it, tossing it aside.She felt his lips trail along the base of her tail as her muscles flexed, raising it higher. This let him start to slide under her tail, soon hanging onto the muscular limb as if it was a large tree branch and soon, she felt his warm breath on her loins and waited to feel his tongue along her lips. However, by the time Pat’s face was under her tail, aside from being upside down, he also was in total darkness as the pillars of her legs did a fantastic job of blotting out the light from the otherwise well lit room. Only knowing he was between her legs and feeling that intense core warmth of her insides against his lips, he slid out his tongue and gave her loins a slow lick. However, the response was not of a pleased moan, but a rather high pitched sudden squeak as Hide’s body grew incredibly tense as his tongue missed her lips and instead licked her hot butthole. As an unintentional reflex, her tail suddenly pressed down, of which Pat was completely hanging upside down onto, and her legs gave out as she suddenly and instantly sat down. Hide took a moment to get over the somewhat uncomfortable sensation that made her clamp down, before she realized that she had just slammed her body down on Pat. There was a pregnant silence for several seconds before, dropping the roleplay, she suddenly stood up to find him flat on his back, arms and legs splayed. While Pat’s eyes were wide and dazed, the one part that still seemed quite energetic was his still throbbing shaft.. “Pat?! Are you all right?!” she asked, instantly worried that she had hurt him. Pat for his part coughed a couple times before he took a deep breath and looked up at her. “I… think I licked the wrong spot.” he said, taking another breath before he gave a sheepish smile. Hide instantly relaxed and slowly knelt down over him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked as she looked into his eyes before she gently rubbed her hands along his chest. “No sore spots?” Pat held still as she checked him out but soon he shook his head. “No… doesn’t feel like it. Kinda just knocked the wind out of me.” he said before he chuckled. “Good thing this bed is so soft.” Hide finally chuckled in return, which grew into a more honest laugh, which Pat joined her for at the admittedly humorous situation. As the laughing trailed off, Hide chose to crawl on all fours off of him, moving over his head, but before she cleared his head, she suddenly felt his hands grab her right leg and she suddenly felt his mouth open wide and grab onto the meat of her thigh, his teeth slightly digging into it, albeit not painfully, but the sensation made her stop moving. “You let your guard down, and now I have you!” he said in a more characterized tone. Hide looked down under herself to look at him but found he had slid out from under her and only caught a glimpse of his feet. She had only a moment to register that his hands had grabbed onto her hips before she suddenly felt him unceremoniously thrust his hips against her own, a fairly loud and moist squelching sound followed by a loud slap sounding out between them. “OOOOOOHG!” Hide said in a somewhat un-ladylike manner as the moan turned grunt escaped her throat and her back arched. Despite it being sudden, she was long past the point of foreplay and feeling him finally inside of her again made her body respond in kind as her smaller partner gripped her for all he was worth and wasted no time in pulling his hips back, drawing himself out until only the head was cradled by her lips, before diving back in, her insides giving a pleasing clench every time he did so. Pat may have started this in roleplay but the fact was that he was far too worked up to think clearly about it, and Hide didn’t seem to mind either as she was simply pushing her hips back into him, making her plentiful rump jiggle every time he dove into her. If it hadn’t been for the body paint and the fact that Hide still wore the fangs and the fake snake hood, he may have even forgotten that this started as the two of them roleplaying. He gripped her hips more firmly as her meaty tail hung over his shoulder, the muscles in it making it flex and raise up as she eagerly pressed back into him as he pressed forward, the two meeting hips in an incredibly moist squish as her plump lips welcomed him deep inside of her. Hide slowly lowered her upper body, folding her arms up and resting her chin on them as she lay on her chest, while at the same time Pat felt her insides loosen up as more of her slick, hot fluids oozed out. It was hot, pleasing, and actually lowered the amount of friction he felt as he moved, pushing back his otherwise eager climax as he continued to make long, deep thrusts into her, the moist sounds accompanied by both of them letting out breaths of pleased groans. Pat wasn’t quite sure how long they were at it, but he did notice her groans getting louder and he could see her palms tensing and clenching the bed covers in time with her insides growing tighter and tighter. This added friction inside of her body, along with her reactions, quickly made that tight coiled fireball start to build up again in his guts. He took a moment to square his hips before he shifted to short, quick thrusts as he barely pulled himself out of her, giving much faster strokes, accompanied with much more firm huffing on his behalf. Hide reacted to this right away as her legs splayed apart more as she raised her upper body and braced herself. He couldn’t see her face, but he did hear a strained groan she only did when she was gritting her teeth. He did not have to keep this pace up for much longer before a firm shudder ran through her body and a much more throaty growl slipped from her mouth before her insides began to clench and pulse in rhythmic contractions around his hard and sensitive shaft. Such a display of his partner being in pleasure and the fact he was the one to bring her there only added to the pleasure he felt. His pace slowed only slightly letting him feel more sensations as she clenched and gripped along him and that tight fireball in his gut grew stronger and stronger before he gave three more firm thrusts and held firmly inside of her as a shudder ran through his body. That coiled fireball shot through his stomach, down between his legs, and jetted out the end of his shaft as it kicked and throbbed in hard pulses, spurting rope after rope into her hot, welcoming insides. Her contractions had been trailing off, but they picked up again, almost sucking on his shaft as her body eagerly pulled everything he had to give her deeper into her. Hide shuddered again and slowly slid her entire body forward, slumping down to lay flat on her belly as Pat fell with her,resting on her plush rump as he kept himself deep in her as the two enjoyed the trailing contractions. “Wow… I didn’t think it would be that fun.” Pat said, breathing somewhat hard. His statement made Hide chuckle. “And just think, this was only night one.” she said as she looked over her shoulder and gave him a devious smirk. Pat blinked a few times before he began to laugh, at which point Hide joined in as the two relaxed with one another. — End
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Meet Darla! You never see enough dinos. I've been trying to refine my rendering techniques to find a more efficient workflow, it's slow and frustrating progress, but it still took me like eight hours and I hate it Twitter: https://twitter.com/nezzieplump Nezzieplump’s FA Journal: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10529076/ Nezzieplump’s Price Sheet: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51846673/
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Big Backlog Sometimes we all can use a bit of time out in nature just lounging around. I was told I don't make enough backviews, so here is one of Hide for you~!
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Pure Longacity "Longacity: Noun. When a sauropod exhibits a particularly high amount of audacity." ~ Dinosaurs Inc. dictionary Well Sora, you probably should avoid some comparisons.
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line-of-sight guidance Fur Affinity: 'Oh...this ride is so noisy...everyone is looking at me!' Twitter: イこうぜオレ達で頂点まで
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"Big Boner Breaker" Nothing will withstand her raw power~ Remake of a 2016 image of her sporting the caveman theme, hope you enjoy!
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Yukirex and Sora having a get together
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Copy and Splash Commission for Rejic13 featuring their girl Lilly, here front and center! Sora & Delilah are mine ~ rexgirl be mad, heh.
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Don't just Look Just a friendly reminder... ~ not specifically for e621, but you're welcome regardless!
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Difference Mating Press Cellshading commission for Vergil-The-Red-Wolf (FA) of their OC Bardock getting all hot and bothered with Sora~
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Dinosaurs Inc Line-up 02 Second line up, this time with some boys in the mix! Keeping on with the swimwear theme. From left to right we got Hide (Sora's mom), Lilly, Benny (Beinvenido), Ryan, Angel and Andor~
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Dinosaurs Inc Line-up 01 Line-up of 6 of my lasses, plus a neat size-chart (made by ParallaxAbomination). There is more to come since I have few more than just six characters~ From left to right, in sexy beachwear, we got: Soren, Venus, Delilah, Sora, Glenda and Janet!
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If it stays on her Body Delilah and Sora at the beach, showing some of the new swimwear~
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Cool Day Off Commission for WhiteDail-Designs with Sora and their OC Tyler~
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Beach Revenge TFW your friend comes in to give you a helping hand when you least expect it ;D~ From left to right: Iko, Sora, Delilah, Ryan (c) all mine.
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Steamy Kiss Commission for LegionBeast, Patrick Highclaw is theirs, Hide Lanoro is mine~ Check out the story written by LegionBeast here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QRIMy4M-XH_vG42RVoI66oAMe53OpXCmCLELKLyDMA8/edit Steamy Kiss Officer Patrick Highclaw looked at the card again, then looked up at the address; the card having led him to a twenty story high building. He wasn’t too surprised that Hide Lanoro would have living space at such a high quality place. He adjusted his pants; it had been an hour since his rather exciting encounter with the sauropod and the stickiness inside his pants was downright frustrating, but he assumed that this would be worth it. He walked into the building and was greeted with cooler air. There were smooth gray tiles on the floors and walls, and a single hadrosaur female was at the reception desk, sorting several papers. He walked up to her, pulling her attention from what she was doing. “Hello, how may I help-” she jumped when she met his eyes and paused for a moment before he took over the conversation. “I was requested by Hide Lanoro to visit her quarters. Is she in?” he asked in a formal tone. The receptionist didn’t move at first, blinking several times before she reached down and pressed a button on the intercom on her desk. “Mrs. Lanoro? There is a… rather intimidating police officer here who says you invited him.” she said, only to quickly get a stern reply. “Send him to my room immediately.” came Hide’s voice before the intercom clicked. The receptionist swallowed and looked back at Pat. “Take the elevator to the nineteenth floor.” “Ma’am.” he said, nodding his head and walking away from her and to the elevator, pressing the arrow button and waiting for the steel doors to open. Upon stepping inside, he saw that the numbers went up to 19, but the button reading 19 was red as opposed to the soft blue of the others. When he pressed it, there was a low buzz and the doors did not close right away. It wasn’t until there was a sudden chime and the button turned blue that an automated voice came over the elevator intercom. “Visitor approved.” said the synthetic voice before the doors shut. Pat felt the elevator shift and begin lifting him up. He had a few moments to think to himself over what was going to happen; her smile from when she left entranced him and was so different from what her other outward manners were showing. What was he to her? Did she… like him? Pat took a breath, trying to calm his heart from beating so fast. He was finally brought out of his thoughts with a soft ding as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. The hallway before him was moderately lit; the walls had dark insulation that was soft to the touch while the cool floor was smooth dark marble. There were occasional white wall lamps guiding the way to a solid metal door on the right side of the hall. Upon reaching the door, he took a breath and reached to press the room buzzer, only for the door to make a clicking sound and open inwards; the large, stern sauropod woman standing on the other side of the doorway, still clad in the same attire she was wearing earlier. “You arrived.” she said flatly before she made a small gesture with her hand, beckoning him in. He stepped into the room and looked around; all the walls that were not the ones leading to the hall were made of very thick, yet clear glass that had shades that could be raised or lowered. There were a few very pretty ferns and plants scattered through the marble tiled room. There were a couple of doors that led to closed off areas of the room, but otherwise it gave the owner a full view looking down over the large city. Pat was brought out of his thoughts by the door being shut behind him, turning to see Hide activating the three locks to secure it before she turned to him. “Undress and leave your uniform and clothing on the floor by the door.” she said, pointing to one door with a brown wood painted texture. “Take a shower and clean the day’s grime away.” she said before she walked away from him and opened another door, walking into the room it led to before shutting it and leaving Pat alone. The room was stunningly quiet, save for a soft humm of the air units cooling the room off. Still, she made a statement and he intended to follow it; he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them before stepping out of them, soon followed by his briefs which stuck to him uncomfortably and had many stains on them. He then undid his vest and shirt, taking it off before folding it, along with his pants and setting them in a pile with his underpants off to the side, before he removed his hat, his feathers spilling out. He brushed a hand through them before he placed the hat neatly on the clothing pile, then opened the door and was surprised. It was a large shower room, easily able to fit three sauropods of Hide’s stature and with several shower heads, a couple detachable, and several wall faucets. The floor was a rough textured tile that prevented slipping and had several drains. Pat took a breath and moved to a set of hot and cold water nozzles before turning them on slowly, seeing where the water was trickling from before turning them on fully. He was splashed with rather cold water at first, but a couple seconds later it warmed up and he sighed as he let the hot yet not too hot water run over his chest before he leaned his face into the spray. He leaned back and let the water focus on spraying his loins before he ran his hands over it, wincing slightly as parts stuck somewhat painfully before pulling free, until he had all his parts separated again. He looked around and found several large bottles of skin soap, though nothing specifically for feathers. He assumed that would be the case since Hide didn’t have any. He grabbed one bottle and opened it before he gave it a gentle sniff; the smell of vanilla, not unlike cake frosting. Curious, he grabbed another and smelled it; almond, almost like it was mixed with chocolate. He smiled and placed the vanilla one back before he took the almond one and poured some into his hand before setting the bottle aside, lathering it along his chest, under his arms, down his thick thighs, especially all over his crotch, removing all the sticky sensations before he lathered under his tail, then up his neck before he turned back to the water, washing it off of his face as he rubbed himself down, going over his loins and legs, and removing all the slickness before he turned his back to the shower and sighed as he relaxed, though his mind wandered again. Here he was, in the shower of a very powerful Sauropod matriarch who owned several powerful companies. He’d been forced by her to perform illicit acts in public before she seemed to take a liking to him and openly invited him to her place, a feat that apparently was very difficult to do since the elevator had a lockout function to prevent anyone from using it unless she wanted to see them. He was evidently special, but… how special? His chest thrummed as he tried to keep his emotions and expectations in check, finally sighing in a somewhat defeated manner. He had enough time to note a brief bout of cool air on him before a pair of hands obscured either side of his vision and gently rest on either side of his face, the soft palms holding him, preventing him from turning his head as he soon felt a soft belly pressing to the back of his head and strong, yet soft legs on either side of his tail as her form blocked the water spray. “The almond skin soap is also fit for washing feathers and is actually quite good at it.” she said in a very relaxed tone, a tone that Pat was unfamiliar with. She let go of his head long enough to grab the soap and squirt some onto his wet head feathers before she began to lather it. Pat just held still and softly groaned; the sensation of his head being rubbed was gentle, if firm, and incredibly relaxing. He could have sworn he heard a soft chuckle, but it was gone as soon as it came, and soon were her hands. He took that as his cue to move into the water and wash his feathers out, removing the slickness and rubbing his face before he looked at his host. Hide was there, bare naked in all her glory. Her skin was deep blue save for her chest and belly, being a soft sandy tan. The mounds of her heavy breasts were adorned with lovely full nipples and pretty pale pink areolas. Her stomach was soft and heavy, but just like he observed with her rump before, was completely free of any stretch marks or blemishes. When his eyes returned to her face, she had that soft smile on her lips again and Pat’s heart thrummed and before he knew what he was doing, he stepped up to her and hugged her, nuzzling her belly as his hands wrapped around her hips. He kept his eyes closed for the moment, just taking said moment to get the rush of emotions out before he leaned his head up to look at her face, now being framed as he looked up at her from between her breasts, her expression one of slight surprise. “Hide?” he started. “What… are we? Was that a one time thing? Are we lovers now? Is this your apology before you get rid of me? I mean, just-” he was silenced as her expression softened, looking slightly sad before she placed a hand on the back of his head, holding him to her. “Shhh… Oh I’m sorry… I didn’t know you had your heart broken before…” she said, seemingly out of the blue. Pat blinked his big blue eyes several times in surprise, making her smile slightly. “Surprised I could tell?” she said as she let go of him and started to move, which coaxed him to let go of her. She stood fully before another shower head and turned it on before grabbing the vanilla soap. “I’ll explain; you know how we have several primary categories of species among us, yes?” Pat blinked again as he watched her soap her front up, watching her hands press firmly into her soft skin, under her breasts, around her belly, and along her neck. “Yes I do; Hadrosaurs, Ceratopsians, Armored, Small Theropods, Large Theropods, and Sauropods. Part of my training involved learning how to disable each species without permanent damage to them.” he said. Hide nodded at him as she continued to lather herself, now going down the front of her thighs. “Correct. Now, even though most of us are able to interact freely nowadays, it wasn’t always the case in the past. Remember how our most distant ancestors would live; Sauropods lived in large herds, females mate with the most powerful male to have his children, and when he’s not the most powerful anymore, she goes for someone else who is. That said, everyone in the herd is treated the same and with a family level of caring.” she stepped into the water to rinse herself off. “This carried over to our modern society; male and female sauropods are innately kind and sweet to anyone as we view everyone who isn’t a danger as part of our herd. We also will reproduce with someone who we feel is powerful, not just physically but in terms of status, and thanks to the fact that sauropods can’t crossbreed with other classes, we can freely mate with said others and not just our chosen breeding partner.” she said as she stepped out of the water before grabbing the soap and beginning to lather herself up again. “So what tipped you off about me?” Pat asked. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice it yourself.” she said, a little chuckle in her voice. “Theropods back then, especially small theropods, were usually predators and because hunts aren’t as easy to make as, say, casually grazing on plants, they would form very small groups. These groups are usually only two or three, and often are family or lovers. They would fight and die for a partner they deemed part of their group, because the loss of one could be death for all. If a mate did die or go missing, it meant incredibly harsh times for the one left. Those who don’t die from losing their previous partner are… very eager to attach to… pretty much anyone or anything that gives the signs of being mate material.” she said, making eye contact with him. “Add this to the fact that modern small theropods can crossbreed with large theropods and mating outside of your mate could make things… lets just say complicated, and you have the heavy bonding that is of the theropods.” she smiled. “So, am I right, Pat?” Pat’s eyes were glued to her as she described him and how he felt to a T. His heart hammered in his chest. Still, he had the higher brain to force himself past his heart and slowly approached her. “Yeah, I’d say you were one hundred percent correct on that…” he said, his eyes flickering between looking at her and looking at images of his past. She continued smiling before she handed him the bottle of vanilla soap. “How about you tell me the story of what happened while helping to wash me up?” she suggested. Pat was still flickering back and forth between the present and the past and nodded as she turned her back to him as he applied the soap to his hands and began to lather along her tail, working up to her body. “Well when I was just a little guy, I always wanted to be sorta heroic. I was never afraid of being in front of crowds; I knew that being the performer gave you a lot of control and as long as you gave the energy, the crowd would give it back. Looking back on it now, though, I wasn’t completely aware that what some people were calling me were insults. It led to my first job being a party clown.” he felt her tail grow ridgid for a moment, bringing him back to the present as she looked over her shoulder, a somewhat unbelieving expression on her face. “You’re kidding…” she said. Pat just shook his head and moved his lathering to her ample, smooth, soft rump. “Nope. A few joke routines and the colors of my feathers had folks constantly telling me that “I’d make a great clown.” Yeah, I didn’t see the insult there, so there I went, becoming a clown, but you know what? I did it and it worked better than I hoped. Mainly because I somehow didn’t scare kids.” he said, smiling to himself as he ran his hands down her left leg, feeling the thick muscles under the softness. “Did you ever figure out what the trick was?” she asked as she stepped her legs apart for him. “It’s complicated, but I didn’t use any white face paint, just enhanced blush, my feathers styled weird, and silly clothing. I also didn’t do anything weird or loud around the kids, so they didn’t have to worry about me popping up.” he reached her ankle before he turned his attention to her other leg, starting at the ankle and applying more soap. “That’s interesting, but it isn’t explaining your heartache.” she said. This made Pat sigh. “Well, it was during this time that I met… her. I’m… trying to forget her so forgive me if I skimp on her details, but she was a small theropod like me.” he said, closing his eyes and taking another breath. “She really liked one of my performances and stayed with me after the show to get to know me. She seemed supportive, loved what I could do, especially with children, and we didn’t live too far away from each other. We started dating and I really thought she was going to be “the one”... But, as it turned out, she had control issues. She started to get mad when I had a performance to give and it interrupted her plans. This didn’t happen just once, but several times, and I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t get that it was a job, not something just for fun.” he said, a tinge of anger in his voice as he worked up her leg, past her knee. “Intimacy steeply declined between us when this happened, though I regret being intimate with her at all since it made her last words hurt that much more…” he said, going quiet. “Which were?” she asked, innocently. “We had another argument after I came home from a performance. She said she had enough, it was time to call it quits, etcetera. But what hurt was that she called up a friend that she intended to move in with, and over the phone, right in front of me, she wrapped it up by saying “Yeah, I’ll be right over. I’m tired of being called The Clown Fucker.”” Pat trembled in anger for a few seconds before he sighed, at which point, Hide interjected. “It sounds like she was the actual egotistical clown in that relationship.” That got Pat to smile. “Yeah, though in a way I gotta thank that fallout. It was only after that event that I quit the clown business and went looking for a more serious job. Interestingly, the local law enforcement caught wind of me and wanted me pretty badly, mainly because one of the heads had seen my performances and how well I got along with children and felt I’d make a great officer who’d handle more small claims and do things such as visiting schools and being a friendly neighborhood officer they could talk to.” he said as his hands reached her right cheek. “Well that sounds sweet. Is that how you ended up working in the park?” she asked. “Well… no… I didn’t know it at the time, but despite hitting all the marks in all the tests and physical work, they changed their tune when I got my uniform. As you could surely tell, I look a lot different when I’ve got it on and I honestly scared them, and if I scared them, I’d scare the kids. In fact they were so scared of me, they stuck me in a mall as the back room security camera operator. I had that position for two solid years… made me grow a little soft in places.” he said, taking a moment to touch his own belly. “I suppose I felt I didn’t deserve any better. Thankfully I got a confidence boost from a troublemaking hadrosaur who gave me the incentive to fight for something better and… well, that lead me to meeting you.” he said, though he paused as he now noticed she had bent herself over, the large lady being surprisingly flexible and looking back at him from between her legs. “And I’m rather glad to have met you. Now, I still have more spots that are tricky to reach.” she said, her tone a bit more playful as her hands gripped her cheeks, pulling them apart as her tail lifted up, exposing the whole of her loins to him. He paused a moment, both a little stunned and admiring the view before he smiled and slowly slid his soapy palms along the base of her tail, trailing down over her snug ring, giving it a couple of circling rubs with a finger before sliding down to her lovely lips. He kept his hands on the outside, feeling sticky spots where her legs met her vagina before working slightly inwards, careful not to carry too much soap with him before he leaned his hands over into the water to rinse them, then stroke her loins again, wiping away the slick suds, then doing it again until there was a gentle stick of skin on skin with only water between them. He started to step back before he was stopped by her tail curving down and pressing on his back. “Hide?” he questioned. “Are you going to leave without giving her a kiss?” she asked, blinking her eyes a few times in a pretty flutter. Pat just gave a soft smile in return as he leaned forward, using his fingers to spread her further before he gave the rather tense nub of her clitoris a suckling kiss, pulling back with a firm “POP” before he leaned back in, suckling, then popping off of it. Each time, her body clenched and shivered a little harder, and Pat was able to spy how her inner opening clenched and ever so slowly oozed fresh fluids each time he did so, until one more extended suckling made her quake, but unlike in the park, there was a very mature, and very sexy, throaty moan from the large lady as she shuddered and dribbled onto the shower floor, which was quickly washed away. Pat stepped back again, this time unhindered as she remained that way for a few moments before slowly righting herself, then running a hand down under her belly to stroke at herself before rinsing her hands off and turning off the water. Pat did the same to the shower head he had turned on but then returned his worried glance to Hide. Her eyes were actually on his throbbing hard shaft and she seemed she was about to reach for it as she walked up to him, but he gently grasped her wrist, holding her arm still and making eye contact with her. “Hide… I still need to know… What are we?” This caused her face to soften into a somewhat sad expression, at least, until Pat continued. “And… how do you know my name?” Which prompted her to smirk. “Come with me. It’s time I explain my story.” she said as she led him out of the shower room. --- Hide led Pat out of the shower room, the air of her main room being a lot cooler and initially shocking, but pleasing since the day was an especially hot one. She turned to what seemed to be a featureless wall next to the door to said shower room before she pulled open a somewhat hidden cupboard and pulled out a pair of white towels, handing one to Pat, which he quickly draped over his head, rubbing his feathers before rubbing it along his body. Hide began in much the same way before she began speaking. “I took your uniform and decided to give it a wash. I removed everything from your pockets, one of them being your wallet, which of course had your ID on it. That’s how I knew your name.” she said. Pat was seemingly “lost” in the sauropod sized towel before he managed to find an end and look back out, his feathers a total mess as he looked on the ground where he put his uniform before looking back at his host. “Thank you. That last hour before I left my shift was torture.” he said with a small chuckle, which earned Hide a smirk as she casually wrapped her towel around her hips. Pat placed the towel over his head again, looking something like a hooded cloak before Hide beckoned him and began walking away. He followed her without question as she brought him into another room, shutting the door behind them. This room appeared to be a bedroom of sorts; two comfy chairs sat on the right side by a wall while against the opposite wall was a very large bed which could fit three sauropods with ease and many smaller pillows atop its white covering. She motioned to one of the chairs. “Please lay your towel over the chair and sit down.” she said. Pat was a little happy to hear her say “please” for anything and obliged, laying the large towel over the equally large chair before he sat in it, the entire thing being somewhat oversized for him and resulting in his feet not touching the floor. When he turned his attention back to Hide, he saw her having done the same, placing her towel over the other chair, but she also got an oscillating fan and set it between them, adjusting the height before turning it on, then sitting down. The air coming from it made their moist skin feel cool but it was also blowing them dry. When it moved over to him, Pat ran his fingers through his wet feathers, coaxing them to fluff up slightly before he turned his attention back to Hide, who was comfortably leaning back, sagging her legs apart. “I’m fond of a bit of air to really get you dry, otherwise you risk putting clothing on that ends up sticking wetly to you.” she said as she casually lifted up her breasts to let the air blow under them before she looked at Pat, who was smiling slightly and still boasting a half mast boner. Yet despite that, he seemed to drop back into the topic he was interested in before. “So, Hide… would you please tell me?” he asked, a somewhat pleading expression. She looked him in the eye with a fairly firm expression. “You’re a Cop, Pat. You should be able to read a situation like you did earlier today.” she said. Pat was caught off guard as he blinked before she spoke again. “What do you think we are?” He was quiet for a moment before replying. “Well we… were strangers who had sex in public and are… becoming friends?” Hide nodded and continued looking at him. “And what did earlier today tell you?” she asked. Pat tapped his chin. “That you were very powerful and have a firm pull of authority over someone like me.” he replied. She nodded again. “Why is that?” “Well… because you’re in a high position, no, top position of several companies.” he reasoned. “And how did I get there?” A smirk was forming on her face. “You didn’t let anyone see your weakness and you didn’t play nice…” he then opened his eyes a bit wider. “And in fact, you don’t even let your emotions out during a full romp of sex, no matter how much you enjoy it.” “And why would that change when you came to my place?” she asked. His eyes narrowed but he wasn’t looking at her, just thinking harder. “Because deep down, you want to share your innate kind intimacy with someone outside of your family and… seeing me in and out of uniform made you see yourself?” he said. She gave that soft smile again. “Correct. So, now I ask you; what are we?” Pat blinked a moment at her mirroring his question back at him, then thought about it. “We’re… We’re friends who can… share that special, vulnerable side with each other that we can’t share with anyone else…” he said, looking at the floor for a moment before meeting her face, only seeing her nod slowly. “Correct, Officer Highclaw.” she said, smirking. “We are not a couple so much as we are friends with benefits, though the benefits are more than just sex.” she said, stretching her arms up for a moment before lowering them. “Right… It’ll be a… little tricky…” Pat said, rubbing his now mostly dry head feathers. “You’re thinking too hard on it.” Hide said as she stood up and stepped over to Pat before she dropped to her knees and sat before him, grabbing his knees and pushing his legs apart. “Just have fun. After all, the main thing friends do is play.” she said, smiling faintly before she dipped her head down to place a kiss to the head of his half hard shaft, making him jump in place slightly, but otherwise just grab the arms of the chair. He watched as she placed a couple more kisses along the underside before she deftly cupped the head with her tongue, aiming his shaft to point at her face before she deftly pushed her head forward, her nose and lips pressing firmly into his crotch as she effortlessly throated down his shaft. His legs flexed, but her hands kept him still as he watched her remain outwardly still, but her tongue was lashing in circles along his shaft, bathing it in a warm wetness. She tugged her head back, freeing half of him from her lips before pressing back down, smoothly bobbing her head and leaving more and more of a slick sheen on his skin as Pat huffed softly, his shaft soon reaching full mast again. She continued bobbing for a few moments, until he let out an ever so soft groan, at which point she pulled away, giving the head a brief kiss and looking at his face. He was slightly strained and blushing. His hands left the arms of the chair and he cupped her face on either side, pulling her closer to his own face. She saw him beginning to pucker his lips before she suddenly pushed his hands out of the way and placed a single finger on his nose, her expression stern. “You’re taking this too seriously.” she said in a very firm tone. “Relax and be more casual; this is playtime.” she said as she abruptly stood up and walked away from Pat. “I-I’m sorry…” he said, blushing darker as embarrassment hit him rather hard, his hands going to his face for a moment. “Don’t be sorry, just remember what I told you.” she said. Pat looked up to find that she was now on the bed, laying on her right side, her legs folded together and just her butt and tail hanging off the bed. She looked over her body at him as she reached down and gave her own ass a squeeze before she pulled on it, letting him see her pink, inflamed lips and the snug star of her rump. “Now, I’ve given you an objective, your job is to attend to it. Unless this is too much for you to handle.” she said, her smirk returning. Pat blinked a moment before a smile slowly crept across his face; play. A game. For fun. He didn’t quite see it before, but sex was often times just a game to play, a past time for both members to enjoy. Surely he could remember this, after all, her offer was more than a little tempting. He stood and approached her, starting to kneel, intending to give her moist lips some oral attention, though her tail flicked and snapped his ass, making him jump up, grabbing his rump before he looked at her, finding her smirking again. “I didn’t get you hard to have it hang in the air. Put your soldier to work.” she stated firmly. Pat took a moment to rub his butt before he gathered what she really wanted. “Yes Ma’am.” he said, smirking in return. The bed and her hip height was rather perfect with him standing on the floor putting his hips at just the right height to meet her own. He placed his left hand on her thigh, aiming his throbbing, glistening shaft to her lips before nudging that hot, moist hole and pressing forward, sighing as he smoothly sunk into that hot, soft grasp. He opened his eyes as he heard her let out an ever so soft throaty groan, but her face just smirked at him as his hips pressed to her own. He grasped the base of her tail with his other hand, moving his hips side to side before he drew back to the tip, then plunged neatly back into her, starting a slow, deep rhythm. The relative silence of her room left them with only the sounds of their soft groans and the wet sounds of Pat plunging into her sopping insides. He watched as she gently jostled every time he pressed into her, her toes gently flexing each time. She idly used one hand to slowly grope at a breast before she reached down and tugged on her ass, spreading herself again. “Faster.” was all she said. Pat nodded once and squared his hips before he pulled out halfway, then thrust back in, making a firm slapping sound before drawing back only to plunge back in right away. Another deep, throaty groan came from her and Pat could feel her squeezing down on him, a fresh wave of warmth building around his shaft as wet strings of her juices formed between them when he’d pull back. That deep, mature groaning, the sight of her body bobbing from his thrusts, her toes flexing harder, and the intense warmth and snug softness of her insides made him bite his lip. Hide looked down at Pat, watching him shift from a softer casual thrusting to a more intense pace. It helped more firmly scratch that deep itch she had. She also only had him with his hat on and his shift from that intimidating face to this much more gentle face was such a drastic turn around. That said, as he grew closer to his own climax and worked harder to please her, she watched his expression harden, his eyes narrow, his teeth bare and bite his lip… Yes, there was an intense predator in there begging for an outlet. A silent shudder ran through her as she heard him softly start to growl with each thrust, his soft belly tensing up more and more. Oh yes, he was close. She cupped her tail around behind him, making his thrusts not pull out as far and give slightly harsher pushes. “Fill me.” she commanded. Pat glanced at her face and Hide licked her lips as he seemed to be waiting for that order as he only managed a few more powerful thrusts before he suddenly pressed deeply into her, squeezing her thigh and tail harder as he shuddered. She felt his shaft swell slightly before kicking and throbbing inside of her, soon gracing her insides with a hot, pooling warmth that grew larger with each throb. Another, deeper shudder rolled through her as she lay her head back a moment, groaning a low mature moan through her throat as that hot tingling pleasure raced through her core. A few moments later, she raised her head back up and saw him still clinging to her thigh and tail, huffing softly as she still felt him twitching in her. She gave a devious smirk before she reached down and put her hands under his arms. He had all of a second to wonder what she was doing before she picked him up with surprising strength, pulling him out of her before she plopped him on his back on the bed. “Hide, what- NGG!” in the time it took him to ask what was going on, Hide pounced on him, laying her chest on his legs and grabbing his wrists in her hands. She gave him a single smirk before she eyed his shaft; softening, slicked with her fluids, and still bubbling semen from the tip. She licked her lips and throated his shaft once more, making him grunt harshly as she suckled his oversensitive shaft into her maw. She pressed down, twisting her head side to side, then pulled back, suckling and swallowing around his overstimulated length. Pat shuddered harshly and writhed under her assault, his shaft throbbing hard, spurting out remnants of his climax before dry throbbing from the overstimulation. He continued to flail, but she held him still and continued to suckle and bob her head on him until he settled down with a low groan and his eyes locked onto her head. It was a few minutes more of her assault before she felt his half hard shaft growing hard once more, and once she felt it stop growing, she pulled her lips away, licking them and giving him another smirk. “As I said, playtime.” Pat huffed for a moment before he smiled and chuckled. “I get it.” he said, taking a deep breath. “So what now?” Hide let go of his arms and legs and rolled off of him back onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “Up to you. I’ve been taking the lead, so why don’t you take over for our next bit of fun?” she suggested. Pat blinked a moment, somewhat dumbfounded before he realized she was right, then he thought for a moment. “Oddly, I’d like you on your back, kinda like earlier today.” he said. She didn’t hesitate to crawl up the bed and roll onto her back, her head resting on the pillows near the head of the bed. Pat knelt at her feet, thinking for a moment. “Now I’d like you to lift up your legs. Umm, how flexible are you?” he asked simply. “Oh, a bit.” she said in a dismissive voice as she raised her legs up before she gripped them and pulled them farther back than Pat expected, watching her place her ankles behind her shoulders before she placed her hands on her thighs. Pat was wide eyed as the large sauropod quite literally folded herself in half before him. She soon smirked again before she used her fingers on both hands to spread her lips farther, showing their combined fluids oozing out. “I believe I’m more than ready for you.” she continued. Pat nodded, still a bit surprised, before he moved closer to her on his knees, keeping her tail between his legs. She continued to hold herself open for him as he grasped his shaft, scooping up the dribbling fluids with the head of his shaft before pressing it to her hot opening and pressing in, though he only got halfway in before her body twitched. “OH!” she said, the first statement of surprise she’d uttered since she’d been with him. Pat held still and looked at her. “Are you all right?” he asked. She looked back at him; the upwards curve of his shaft and normal missionary position had really worked on her plumbing when they were in the park, and in fact, it was part of the reason she wanted to see him again, but in this position, it was even more intense. Just the thought of him giving it to her in this position and what she was going to experience made her ooze more warm juices, but she replied to him with a nod. “Yes, I just haven’t done it in this position with someone like you.” she said. “Please continue, and I don’t want you holding back. If I want to stop you I’ll stop you.” she said, her expression stern again. Pat nodded in understanding and gently stroked the backs of her hands as he shifted his hips forward, sinking the rest of the way into her and pressing his hips snugly to her own. She watched as he pulled back to just his tip, then drove back in; the head grinding her front wall so deliberately made her insides tense up and her stomach ripple. He seemed to love the slow pace, his hands trying to stroke her body and grope her wherever he could, it was very sweet and he’d make someone very happy. Whatever his ex’s problem was, she was obviously missing out. Her toes continued to clench on every press, her tail pulling up and flexing, goodness it was going to drive her mad. “Harder…” wait, did she say that? She wasn’t sure if it was reflex or what, but Pat obeyed; gripping her wrists, he only pulled halfway out before pressing back in much harder, giving a harder grind to her front wall and slapping their hips together. Her hands let go of herself and gripped his wrists in return as she looked down at him, seeing him huffing, his head feathers disheveled as he worked his hips against her own. The thrumming and grinding of his shaft against her wall was getting to her as her soft belly was trembling more and more and her insides were steadily clamping down without letting up. Her eyes half lidded and she grit her teeth as she looked at Pat. He let go of her wrists, and as soon as he did, she reached her hands behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her and holding him still as she let out a rather un-lady-like grunt as she shuddered harder than she had all day. Pat’s eyes widened as he looked down before there was a sudden loud splattering, his front getting sprayed from crotch to chest as she suddenly squirted all over him. She continued to clench and pulse around him as she breathed through her nose, calming down rather quickly as she relaxed her legs, placing them behind Pat now and sliding her hands up his back. He looked like he was about to speak before he instead groaned, giving a couple more restrictive thrusts into her still clamping insides before she felt him throbbing again, spilling another, yet weaker series of ropes into her before he leaned forward and lay across her belly. “W-wow… That was…” Pat huffed and Hide only stroked his head with a hand, giving him a soft smile. “Yes it was.” she said, her tone normal as ever, though there was just a hint of exhaustion in it. “I intend to play with you a lot more whenever you have free time.” she said, giving him a smirk and leaning her head closer to his. “I think I could get used to these games. You just let me know when I’m invited.” he said, chuckling softly. Hide leaned her head closer and gave him a brief peck on the lips. Pat returned it by grasping her head with both hands and turning it into a much firmer kiss; suckling at her lips. She responded by parting her lips, joining their mouths to briefly intertwine their tongues and suckle on each other’s lips before pulling back. Hide was still wearing her smirk and Pat was sporting one as well. “Hey, if I’m going to play, I want to do some of my own ideas now and then.” Hide finally let out a gentle chuckling laugh that jiggled Pat on her body. -End
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Surprise Guest Another modest picture, this time Sora just sitting there, chilling out. ~~~ Support me on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/Trias ~~~
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"Moving Violation"
Commission for LegionBeast ~ story by LegionBeast
Hide, Soras mum is (c) me
(background took forever to make, one of the most extensive ones this year x3)
Story
It was a warm, sunny day in the city. Many dinosaur folks were swimming in pools, enjoying sports, or just enjoying a stroll in the park. One such dinosaur walking the park was Hide. Hide (pronounced Hee - Day) Lanoro was a matriarch and owner of several companies. She earned the position through hard work, fighting tooth and nail fiercely for her domination in the market. The building she had just left was attached to the perfume division, which managed to corner the market specifically through avoiding harsh oils that would permeate the senses until the wearer couldn’t smell it anymore, and instead went with natural scents that were appealing, yet not overpowering. As a result of her stature and power, she was very highly respected and feared by those who knew who she was, and even those who were unsure rightfully stood aside, both figuratively and literally.
Her walk through the park was merely a moment to think after her day at work. She walked with a steady step in her business shoes, her business dress, a one piece black outfit that had a loose dress that came to her shins, flowed in the gentle breeze. She came upon a bench and sat upon it as her stoic expression hid her thoughts; she slowly mentally unwound from the business that was required of her and tried to prepare for a day of relaxation. That said, relaxation was not so simple for her as her reputation required her to be stern. This was no issue for her as she merely reserved it for the privacy of her home, her years of experience making the not-so-simple task second nature to her. Her mental unwinding allowed her to appreciate the sun on her skin, appreciate the sound of happy teens frolicking, the smell of the trees, but it also made her feel a sudden throb and light tingle in the lowest areas of her belly. Bottling up her emotions made her sexual hunger rather potent when uncorked, a fact that often vexed her business side, but she wouldn’t ever want to give it up. The more she thought on it, the more she realized she needed to see to it and allow her inner pervert out.
She often would simply masturbate, but that was too straightforward. She would also occasionally pay for services, but that was often sterile and too much like the business she was escaping from. No, she wanted to do something risky, she wanted some passer by to be her partner and to have her right in the park. THAT caused a strong tingle in her loins. She stood for a moment and shamelessly reached under her dress, tugging her panties down and off before she neatly folded them and placed them into her handbag. She gave a controlled look around to see if anyone had watched, but if anyone had, they weren’t expressing it, which somewhat disappointed her. She sat back down and surveyed the park; she needed a male, preferably of an athletic stature, and preferably on his own. Most of the males were too young; immature teens and kids, or they were paired with someone. Some of the pairs were in the process of making out, which frustrated her somewhat, but even more frustrating was the Cop that approached and made them break it up. At least, it frustrated her at first.
She took a good look at the Cop; a troodon, so he wasn’t especially large, but they were a species built for running and had stamina on their side. He also had a rather notably large bulge in his uniform pants, which certainly meant he had something substantial there. His skin was a rusty red, though his palms, chin, and neck were white. He was also barefoot, not terribly uncommon for saurians, but in his case, it was to showcase a rather significantly large claw. Considering the pads on the bottoms of his feet and the thick muscles at the base of those claws, he knew how to use them. He was stern, strict, and had very little mercy on the delinquents, resorting to pulling his nightstick out to threaten anyone with little to no provocation. Most of all, she was enamored at his face; shadowed by his hat in a way that made everything above his mouth near invisible, except the bright shine of his two piercing eyes, like daggers. It was incredibly exotic. However, she knew that slipping something past such an officer would be difficult and with how stern he was, she was unlikely to perform some public sex act without getting caught, and moreso, she likely would not get off without some sort of major mark against her reputation.
Unless… he was the one performing the perverted act.
Without any expression on her face and her plan set, she stood up and approached the officer.
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Officer Patrick Highclaw was enjoying the day. He really could not believe his fortune; his previous position was a security guard for a mostly defunct mall. He was relegated to a back room and saw hardly any work beyond sitting and being bored all day. It wasn’t until he caught a pair of delinquents, and had a conversation with one of them, that he got the drive he needed to go to his superiors and demand a better position on the force. They originally had praised his enthusiasm, his strict adherence to the law, and his physical capabilities, but when he got his uniform, everything seemed to go downhill for him; they didn’t want to talk to him, they were convinced he couldn’t do the work, and they tried to keep him out of sight. One of them pathetically claimed that he was too small to apprehend a larger perpetrator, outright ignoring the fact that he was top of the class in the combat drills. Thus, despite his drive when he demanded better treatment, he was stunned to find that they had no issue giving him a better position, promoting him to patrol the large park area on foot and keep things orderly.
It seemed this position had not been maintained for a very long time as youths and adults alike seemed to have no trouble at all in trying to get frisky in public places. It was bad enough that he began dropping all pretenses and went straight to brandishing his nightstick, often having to threaten them with not only a fine and possible imprisonment for being so blatantly indecent, but a rather severe beating beforehand.
Still, despite all the work he was getting, especially in the dawning months of summer, he didn’t complain at all as he knew he was finally able to do some good for the city he lived in. He had just broken up a pair who had gotten too frisky near one of the main pathways and sent them on their way when he heard some firm footsteps approaching before a rather large shadow was cast on him.
He turned to look at the sun-backed figure before him and was internally surprised; while sauropods were not rare, she was certainly exceptional as her body was much plumper than most, but her movements were strong, indicating she knew how to handle her weight. Despite the glare of the sun, he could see her bluish colored skin which complimented her dress, which while simple was far from poor looking and seemed to be made of high quality material. She looked at his badge for a moment before she looked back to his face.
“Officer?” she said, her vocal tone powerful. Highclaw put her tone of voice and her other attributes together and determined that she had to be a powerful company figure. He was about to speak before she cut him off and spoke again. “I have become aware of a pair of delinquents who are engaging in public carnal acts. I demand you come with me to witness it.” she said before she turned quickly on her heel. Highclaw was stunned; he’d never met someone with that sort of power to their actions before. That said, she made a request and said she knew of someone breaking the law. He holstered his nightstick and began following her.
“Yes Ma'am. I’d be happy to assist.” he said as he remained behind her. He followed her off the main walkway and into the short floor ferns that were at most ankle high, leading towards some higher shrubbery and a tree. She effortlessly powered through the shrubs and Highclaw followed, soon entering a nicely shaded clearing. She was over by the tree as he looked around. “Ma’am, pardon me but, where are these delinquents?” he asked, only to turn towards her and nearly run his face right into her exposed crotch.
“Why, we’re the delinquents.” she said in that firm, imposing tone. He looked up at the imposing lady, her expression as stone hard as ever, but she was standing and lifting her dress, her thick thighs framing a nearly hyperactively moist vulva. It took him a few moments to even reply.
“Ma’am, this is a serious offense! If you don’t make yourself decent, I’ll-” he was cut off by her.
“You’ll do what?” she said, as if she’d already won a game, and Highclaw could tell from her tone of voice that, whatever game it was, he lost as soon as he came into this clearing. “I can tell from the way your uniform hardly has any wrinkles in it and how polished your badge is that you only just obtained this position. There has hardly ever been any cops in the park area, meaning you got shoved off here and have been kicked around by your superiors. Now consider your place carefully; a young cop new to the force gets accused of harassing Mrs. Lanoro in public.” Despite the shadow over his face, he visibly paled, indicating he not only knew what she meant, but knew who she was. “Yes, now you know your place.” He hardly moved, frozen to the spot, until he swallowed through a dry mouth.
“What… what do you want of me?” he said, rather softly.
“You have the fortune of being my stud for the moment. We are going to rut right here in this little clearing until I am satisfied, then I will depart, and you will officially have seen nothing. Do you understand?” Her face retained that cold expression, but her loins betrayed her excitement as a thick string drooled down her lips before splatting on the small ferns dotting the clearing.
“Y-yes Ma’am… I won’t tell a soul and I’ll… do anything you want if it means you won’t ruin me.” he said, fully admitting his subservience to her. She continued to glare at him a moment before she leaned her back against the tree, her large legs stepped apart before she beckoned him with a single finger while keeping her dress lifted with the other hand. She could tell from how he stepped up to her that he was equal parts scared, yet excited. He gently ran his hands along her thighs and she took note of how surprisingly soft his palms felt. He stroked her lips gently with his thumbs and then leaned his head in close.
Highclaw’s heart was racing as he prepared to service this imposing lady. He had no choice, but he also always admired the large sauropod ladies, he just always felt none of them would ever care to even speak with him, yet here he was, becoming intimate with a very powerful one. Her stature had his head come up to about her navel, so when she stood and presented her loins to him, he hardly had to lean down to get to them. As he spread her lips apart, a large oozing drop of her fluids escaped, and notably, he could smell the scent of… Vanilla extract? Such a sweet, soft smell reminded him of cake frosting. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth as he leaned in and kissed the prominent nub of her clitoral hood before he opened his maw, reaching his tongue out to lick along the length of her lips, tasting her hormonally spicy flesh before flicking the nub again before beginning to slowly lap along her loins; following every wet trail, every glistening piece of flesh. He didn’t hear any difference from her breathing or even a single moan and part of him worried he wasn’t doing this well enough. Surely she’s had escorts and much higher society encounters than someone like him. At least, that is how he felt until he felt her free hand gently grasp the back of his head. He expected her to be stopping him but she only gently pulled him closer. He tilted his head back to look up at her, her face remaining static but there was just the hint of… relaxation? He redoubled his work and slid out his tongue, pressing up into her as much as he could, though leaning his head back caused his hat to fall off as he looked up at her. Her eyes, for a split second, got larger before just as quickly returning to normal.
Hide was enjoying his surprising enthusiasm as he somewhat eagerly lapped his tongue against every sensitive part of her loins, mopping up every drip that clung to her body. She reflexively placed a hand on his head to continue to encourage him, though when his hat fell off, it internally startled her as to how different he looked; he had not only a pair of large, soft blue eyes that reminded her of an innocent child, but a plume of rainbow colored feathers sprouting from his head that would not have been out of place on a clown. Despite all this, his hot muscled tongue slipping up into her coaxed a small climax to shiver through her.
Highclaw continued watching her face after that brief flicker of surprise in her eyes, though her expression just returned to that normal look she had as before. He did, however, feel her thighs tremble, followed by her insides giving a firm clench before gracing his tongue with more warm liquids. There was then a gentle yet firm pull from her hand as she pulled his face away from her loins.
“A good start. Now, put your hat back on.” she said as she dropped her dress back down. Highclaw blinked and was somewhat confused; was that really all she wanted? He didn’t question her as he turned and picked up his hat, brushing the dirt off of it before fitting it neatly over his feathers and again shading his face. He turned back to her only to see her turned around, her dress up over her back as she leaned forward with her hands against the tree, her legs standing apart.
“Ma’am?” he questioned briefly before she spoke.
“Your pants, remove them. There is also no need for any condoms, but don’t think we’re done when you climax.” she said, her tone as strict as ever. He swallowed again but nodded, undoing his belt and stepping out of his pants and briefs, setting them in a folded pile before he looked at her imposing posture, his face reaching her giant, soft ass.
“How am I supposed to reach you?” he questioned.
“You have claws. Use them.” she said. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she had watched him undress; the look of him with his hat back on and no pants, yet an officer’s upper uniform stoked her inner fire. She also took a moment to appreciate his equipment; heavy balls and a fairly large penis for his size. Not as large as a sauropod but certainly larger than most of his species would be boasting.The head dripping with drops of prefluid was a much appreciated touch. Her command to use his claws had him hesitate for a moment as he stroked her large, soft cheeks, until finally he placed a foot on her lower leg and she felt a firm piercing prick as that large claw hooked into her thick skin. He pulled himself up slowly and placed his other foot on her other leg, pricking her skin and pulling himself up. He continued to climb up her until he settled with both feet on her thighs and her tail in his hands.
Hide didn’t react outwardly to his claws digging into her skin, though inside she actually loved it. The sharp pricks of his claws in her skin gave her a raw feeling, a sense of being alive, that she normally didn’t get in engagements. She glanced over her shoulder as he settled on her thighs; she wondered how he’d conduct himself since she didn’t give him any instructions and didn’t plan to.
Highclaw was a bit stunned from his perch; her ample ass was massive, her hips wide but her butt was even wider, yet it didn’t look the least bit out of place on her frame and was not flabby or pitted in the slightest. The way she stood with her legs apart left her lovely vulva parted, the snug pink insides glistening and beaconing him, and his instincts pushed him onwards. Using one hand on her tail to keep balance, he grasped his hard, dripping shaft and slowly dragged it along her folds, gathering slick moisture. He used his hand to smear it along his length before he dipped the head between her lips once more, sliding it up to her opening. She gave no verbal reply and wasn’t even looking at him, but when he prodded her hole, he felt her insides tense up ever so slightly and ooze more slick warm juices. He gave her a testing press and suddenly the head and inches sunk swiftly into her. He let out a small grunt as he tried to stop himself from hilting inside of her right away, but the amount of juices she was producing was making it incredibly difficult. He placed his free hand on one ample ass cheek to steady himself, just in time for her hot, soft insides to suddenly clamp on him. He nearly doubled over from the sensation on the upper half of his shaft, and at that point, instinct won out as he pressed forward, a wet squelch and a soft smack of his sack to her pubis as he found himself balls deep in her. He took a moment to try and hold back the shock of the sudden stimulation from her hot, wet, and soft insides as he remained still.
“I-I’m sorry, I was-”
“Did I say stop?” she said, cutting him off in that strict tone of her’s. He made only brief eye contact with her, stern expression wordlessly commanding him, and merely shook his head. “Then get to work.” Despite her intense authority being flexed, Highclaw felt a little more at ease with her, though he still did not want to cross her. Gripping her tail with both hands, he pulled his hips back, dragging his shaft back out slowly, the length and his crotch soaked with her glistening fluids. He tugged back until the head was all that was in her before smoothly pressing back all the way inside, then tugging back again, working himself into a steady rhythm that encouraged a soft tapping sound every time his balls gently bumped her pubis. Highclaw couldn’t believe how good she felt; so soft and hot and slick, yet despite her large frame, she was not remotely loose, snugly gripping him. He huffed softly, yet she still made no sound despite what he was doing. He could feel that hot coil in his lower stomach, the beginnings of his climax approaching and was very worried he was not pleasing her, though all of a sudden he felt her insides growing tighter, more firm, before there was the faintest of trembles in her thighs, then a sudden pulsing in her loins accompanied by a warm flow of her fluids along his shaft, making her even slicker and giving an incredible sensation as it ran along his balls. Despite this sensation, he didn’t stop since she had not commanded him to. He kept his pace steady, but that hot coil in his gut only got tighter, his sack growing more snug as his shaft grew more tense. He tried to hold his climax back, but that only made it come out even harder as he pressed firmly against her, his shaft throbbing and kicking inside of her. He could feel her clenching down on him even before the first pulsing splatter of semen burst forth into her, followed by another as he let fly rope after rope into her body. Any movement made his shaft kick and throb harder, as if it was afraid it wouldn’t be able to spill more inside of her. Eventually, the sensation tapered off and he sighed as he felt his shaft soften up somewhat inside of her.
“Th-that was amazing.” he said, starting to smile before he was suddenly greeted with her stern voice.
“I said we weren’t done when you climaxed. Now keep moving.” she ordered, a tinge of actual aggression in her tone. Highclaw shut up and followed her command, despite being in his sensitive refractory period. His shaft was not nearly as hard as it should have been, but it was still firm enough to move through her insides as his contribution made her even slicker. He was breathing in deep breaths and tried to stick to deep thrusts, and was worried he would not be able to achieve arousal again, but she seemed to be assisting with that as her insides continued to occasionally clamp down on him, showing her internal pleasure of his actions. It took a minute or two, but he was starting to feel everything return, his shaft hardening up again and his movements getting smoother. Almost as soon as he felt himself reach proper hardness, there was another clamping sensation inside of her followed by a flowing warmth along his crotch and down his balls. Shortly after that, she looked back at him with that stern expression, making him pause.
“Did I-”
“Get off.” she ordered. He did as instructed and hopped off of her in a literal sense, landing neatly behind her. She got a good look at him again, this time his hips soaked with their combined fluids, and he managed to work her through two climaxes and he even worked through one of his own and attained a second wind. Clearly she picked a good partner. However, her thighs were stinging somewhat and she could also tell that his toes were trembling, meaning he had too much focus on them and was exhausting a muscle center. She intended to exhaust him, but only doing what she ordered of him. She lowered herself onto her hands and knees before lowering her chest, resting on her bosom and folding her arms.
“Are you all right?” Highclaw asked as he looked at her; pin prick blood spots ran up her legs where his claws had hooked her, with two larger ones on her thighs.
“I’m fine. You will continue your treatment, only this time, I want you to go faster and harder.” she said, remaining firm. She was actually pleased he showed some concern for the marks she had on her body, and she could tell from his tone that it wasn’t in fear of his position, but her wellbeing. She glanced back, seeing the tips of his toe claws ever so lightly colored with her blood droplets while his crotch was both soaked and hard, and it stoked that fire in her gut. She was pleased when she watched him walk up behind her again, but instead of him diving back in like she expected, his hands were running along her thighs before she felt his warm tongue sliding up her left thigh, licking the spot that slightly stung a few times before he moved to the other, licking the punctures clean before his hands went to her ass, stroking her cheeks. The moment of care he showed appeased her, though she said nothing, but she was encouraged to ever so slightly wiggle her rump side to side as he ran his hands along it. She lowered her hips to the height of his own and merely waited.
“Okay…” he said to no one specifically as he stood on firm ground behind the large lady. He hardly had to do anything to his height to align himself to her lips and a partial step forward smoothly sunk himself back into her. He felt her give a clench in response and remained balls deep in her as he stepped properly up to her, his hands grasping at her hips, though only just barely reaching as he draped her tail over his shoulder. He pulled back only a short bit of his length, before pressing it back in, only moving his hips as he started slowly before he began to pump his hips rapidly in a swift fashion. The new pace made his balls loudly slap her pubis and caused him to huff in deep breaths as he leaned against her ample ass.
Hide very much liked the feeling of him draping himself over her hips, but his rapid pace, despite being asked for, was rather surprising. Most of her partners were around her size and they could give her a hard thrusting, but nothing quite as fast as this small officer. The sound of his balls slapping her as his hot shaft continued to grind into her, hardly any of it leaving her confines, made her feel those warm twitches building in her gut. Here she was, in a little clearing in a park, where she had coerced the local cop into pounding her relentlessly. The sheer noise of his balls slapping her and his hips squishing into her own made such noise, why, they could be caught at any moment…
No sooner had she thought this than the shrubbery to her left slightly rustled and parted ever so slowly, exposing two teens, male and female. She watched them from the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice them, watching their faces grow wide eyed before flushing and stifling a giggle. It was official, she was being watched as an officer pounded her like a beast.
Highclaw was unaware of the duo of teens watching them, his mind set to ensuring his partner felt as good as possible as he kept this pace, which was somewhat taxing. He felt her insides growing tighter, harder, then they pulsed around him several times, gracing him with a hot flow of her slick juices, which only served to make the smacking of their hips together even louder. He was pleased as he knew that she showed her appreciation of his actions with her body, not her face or vocal tones. He continued his rapid pace and could feel that tightness in his belly again as his sack grew snug. He was close, just about to his climax when suddenly he felt her entire body tense up and she barked out several sharp words.
“If you don’t delete those videos off your phones, I will ruin your lives and the lives of your parents.” Highclaw had no idea what that was about until he looked where she was looking, seeing two teens peeking through the bushes and frozen with their phones in hand for a moment. They made eye contact with him and he was about to shout at them, but he couldn’t say anything as he felt his second climax hit him hard, and instead, he bared his teeth and snarled at the teens. They quickly pressed buttons on their phones, a beeping sound as they turned them off before they ran, all the while Highclaw remained doubled over on Hide’s back as his shaft throbbed mercilessly inside of her, gracing her with more ropes of his wam climax. They both remained still for a moment before he spoke.
“They… how can we be sure they deleted any video they took?” he asked. Hide let out only the faintest breath, almost a… chuckle? She then pressed on his chest gently with her tail, coaxing him to slip out of her lips, an action that was followed by several splats of their combined fluids landing on the ground.
“I have some eyes keeping watch for content such as this leaking out. All it will take is a text to their phones from one of my companies to scare them straight.” she said. She then shifted, turning in place and stretching out her left leg, elegantly raising it over Highclaw’s head as her tail moved to rest between his legs, the large lady laying on her back with her head and neck resting against the tree, her dress up on her belly, keeping her loins exposed as the cop stood between her spread legs. She looked down at him, seeing his shaft, still chubby but not hard. Could she get him to go one more time?
“Ahh!” he shuddered as she reached forward and gently grasped his sensitive shaft. She looked into his face and pulled on it, which coaxed him to step forward before he kneeled before her, his balls resting on the base of her tail as she slowly stroked her hand along his slicked shaft. Highclaw felt numb for a moment, but he was soon feeling how her soft yet strong hand deftly danced along his shaft, slipping away to cup his moist balls before returning to his shaft. She didn’t focus purely on his shaft, so that may have been the reason Highclaw was returning to full hardness again.
“I see you can still perform.” she said in her stoic tone.
“Y-yeah… Not too hard with a lovely lady such as yourself.” he said, causing her eyes to snap up and look him in the face. Even with his hat down, she could see he was both earnest in his statement, yet also nervous in saying it.
“Once more.” she said as she guided his shaft to her moist opening, then used one of her feet to press on his butt and abruptly sink him into her. He was caught off guard as he somewhat fell forward and was now laying across her soft belly. He gave her a hugging squeeze as he looked up at her and noted her eyes looked… softer. It was very subtle, but it brought an ease to him as he lay on her. Highclaw loved this position; while many thought it was too simple, he felt that the intimacy of this position coupled with the range of movement was just too pleasing. Moving only his hips, he began moving at a smooth, medium pace as he lay against her soft, vanilla smelling body.
Hide was surprised; at this angle, his shaft’s firm upwards turn and the way he moved his hips made him grind firmly against her front wall, giving a deep seated thrumming in her body that made a tremble echo through her insides that only grew more potent as time passed. She expected to be worked up to another climax, but this felt different, more focused. She could feel how she wanted to breathe harder, but she resisted the reflex. The same could not be said for the rest of her body.
Highclaw’s hands gently rubbed at her sides as he moved his hips, pressing deep into her soft, hot insides, feeling her tail cradling his loins. He then… felt her tail twisting it’s tip with his own? He didn’t look at it, just continued to keep his pace. It was so relaxing this way, not feeling like he was in a rush, just moving at his own pace. He then felt her thighs trembling every time he pressed into her. Soon, he could also feel her stomach vibrating on every thrust. Her soft stomach was growing steadily harder and more tense as her insides did the same, but it was not like before. He felt her intertwined tail squeeze his own before a very harsh tremble vibrated through her gut, her thighs giving a single twitching spasm before her insides grew so tight, he felt he was going to be pushed out of her, which was then followed by a sudden massive splattering squirt against his loins. He looked up at her face, still ridgid, but evidently straining as she had what must have been a very hard climax, yet she did an incredible job of not showing it. He slowed his movements to a standstill for a moment, feeling that her breathing, while still deep, was slightly shaky. She suddenly placed a single hand on his back. He smiled at her face and resumed his movements, her wordless signal pleasing him greatly as he huffed, not afraid of working himself up though another climax. Once more, that deep, hot coil in his loins tightened up, pushing downwards as his sack grew more snug and his shaft more rigid. He grunted and hugged her tighter as he pressed deep into her once more, his shaft throbbing and kicking inside of her, spilling another series of warm ropes inside of her, albeit somewhat thinner than before.
The two lay there for a while, steady breathing being the only noise between them for a while until there was a soft wet sound as his softening shaft slipped out of her. Once that happened, she tapped his shoulder with a finger. He sat up to look at her before she placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back, making him lose his balance and fall onto his butt. She rather swiftly stood up and stretched her arms up, her dress falling back down into place and making her look completely publicly acceptable, even as she brushed the bits of dirt and greens off of her body.
“That was rather acceptable. Certainly more than I was expecting.” she said, resuming her powerful tone. Highclaw felt very small as he sat there on the ground without his pants, just a wet crotch.
“Happy to be of service, Ma’am.” he said, very unsure of what would happen next.
“I have another task I require of you, however it will need to take place at my place.” she said, reaching into her handbag (which she kept on her arm the entire time) and pulling out what looked like a business card. Highclaw blinked and stood up, going to take it from her, but she kept a firm grip on it. He looked at her face.
“Ma’am?” he questioned, only to be greeted by a very tame smile on her face, ever so gently turning the corners of her mouth up. It wasn’t anything special had it come from anyone else, but coming from her, it was to be cherished.
“Please, call me Hide when we’re alone.” she said as she let go of the card and turned away. “I expect you at my place before sundown. Don’t disappoint.” she said as she powerfully strolled out between the bushes. He peeked his head through said bushes and watched her walk off, even as dribbles of fluids dotted the ground as she walked away. He looked at the card, noting an address on it, then he pulled out his vest pocket watch.
He only had an hour left on his shift and sundown wasn’t for another three hours. He smiled as he returned to his clothes and pocketed the card; an hour in wet sticky clothing would surely be worth what she had in store for them later, especially if he could see that smile again.
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"Park Waltz" Quickshot of Sora done in 2 hours or less, showing her out and about wearing one of her favourite colors~
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Sharing this to show things are in motion behind the curtains. Soras design updated again, moving towads a more animated style, especially the face. I eventually take the idea with the dress to a higher level.
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Couldn't let this one just sitting on my ssd any longer, so here we are: Sora greeting Iko by showing off some flexibility. Probably on a watchtower or a lodge high up in the tree tops~
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Much like the Zniw picture from a few days ago, I made this one in a rather short amount of time. Feels like an eternity since I last finished a Sora picture, so here you go, Sora up to date!
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"Cellshading commission for Kazywoof"
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First full body drawing of Hide (Sora's Mum) that I intended to color. I already had the inks and flats down... but recently I updated her anyway and don't feel like picking up obsolete concepts, so there you go x3
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My contribution to drnowak's "Dinosaur in Lingerie Day" on December 3rd! Hide showing off some of the lingerie she would wear for her husband ~ for those who aren't familiar, she is Sora's mom ;3
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Done by Blazbaros ~ thanks again so much for the awesome work! I was having the idea looking through the Budd Root stuff I gathered and commissioned Blaz to do it ~ So here we go: Sora, cavewoman style C:
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Sora is a bit chubbier than I intended to, but she is supposed to reach forward a bit which squishes her plush a bit... oh well x3 Made this as another practice using no hard ink and no lazy nezumi for the lines and contures. There you go: Sora testing if the rumor is true if masturbating makes you lay eggs for real ;D
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Commissioned by Vikbys (FA) ~ Sora and Yvette taking things a bit easier :3
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Commissioned by Vikbys (FA) of my OC Sora and their OC Yvette, the duck-horse hybrid of african descent.
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Larger version of post #1659859 A dinosaur from the roblox game "Dinosaur Simulator" called "Megavore" or the Isisauriraptor. The Megavore is a very large carnivore. Its back has crocodilian armor running down the top of it, and along the side of it, it has a purple unknown Detail on the sides of its body. The Megavore's head has a frill and two horns. It is also a hybrid of many dinosaurs such as Spinosaurus, Diplodocus, T-Rex, and Stegosaurus. It is one of the only three hybrid dinosaurs in the roblox game Dinosaur Simulator made by ChickenEngineer.
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