PayLess

Warning! This story contains consentual sex between a human and a dinosaur.

One Saturday Evening at PayLess-

    It was a day just like every other, and everything in my vision was grey and dull. I went about my work with efficiency and a pleasant attitude, but inwardly all my strength was being sucked away. The familiar aisles and displays of the store stretched before me in mindless haze. Thoughts of Is this all there is? tumbled through my mind as they did every day. I absently noticed that one of the ceiling lights had gone out.

    "How should I fill out this film envelope?" a customer asked plaintively, waving the said envelope in my general direction. I moved to the self-service film counter, mentally chiding the customer for needing me to hold his hand. Outwardly, I smiled in a patient way.

    "Excuse me!" a voice rang out from across my department. Someone was gesturing wildly with a video, "How much is this?!"

    I called back, "Bring it to the register, ma'am. I'll do a look-up on it."

    "Do you sell lens filters?" another customer demanded, facing me with his hands on his hips.

    "No sir, we don't." I told him brightly.

    "Why not?" he scowled.

     Because this is a drug store, not a damn camera shop! I growled mentally. The speaker set into the ceiling above me warbled out Muzak, occasionally interrupted by blurbs asking customers to buy certain products based on how great the announcer said they were. The lady with the video finally reached me, looking rather annoyed.

    I tried a small joke as I took the video to check the price, "I don't have all the prices in the store memorized yet," I chuckled.

    She went cold as I told her the price and handed the video back. "I wanted a price, young lady, not a smart-ass comment."

    Anger and resignation flared together. What could I do except ignore her politely and go about my work?

    ". . . you'll find our PayLess brand vitamins in the pharmacy department. PayLess- because you deserve more from a drug store!" the speaker said crisply. Nearby, a child in a cart, who was far too old for such behavior, began to wail at a high annoying pitch. Her mother ignored her. The old man across the counter from me read my name tag.

    "'Serving you since 1992'" he quoted then laughed, "Honey, you can serve me anytime!"

   Ancient leach! my thoughts lashed viciously at him, but I smiled faintly and rung up his purchases.

    "I need a price check on register one. . ." the intercom droned.

    The shrieking of the child drowned out the first screams from the store's entryway, but I became vaguely aware that something was wrong as I saw one of my supervisors sprint for the front door. The child stopped as the horrific sounds finally reached us. Screaming, glass breaking, merchandise on display in the entry being thrown aside. Rifle shots rang out. A rifle? I thought blankly for a moment, well, sure. This is Alaska, every good ol' boy has a rifle in the back of his pick-up.

    The cashiers up front had a better view of what was going on than I, they were slack jawed in amazed terror. I gazed at them with confusion. Uh oh, I'd better find out what's happening, so I can fill out the police reports     properly. Maybe it's another drunk trying to mug people for money.

    "At PayLess, your holiday shopping is easy. . ." the speaker informed the customers. I grabbed one of the aluminum camera tripods on display, and wielded it like a baseball bat. Not very effective, but it was all I had at hand. I started towards the door, but stopped in shock before I could reach it. My supervisor backed up rapidly, nearly falling over a display of Christmas tapes and CDs. There was a snorting rumble and I felt the floor vibrate as the nanotyrannus stepped through the door which opened for him obligingly.

   Oh my GOD!

    He had to duck to get in, as he was over double my height, and his sleek muscular body slipped gracefully through the doors. I dropped the tripod, barely hearing it clatter to the floor. New screams rang out through the camera department as customers caught sight of the dinosaur.

   Dinosaur, dinosaur, DINOSAUR!! my mind screamed rapidly, Right here! Right now! In front of me! At PayLess!! In some numbly functioning corner of my mind, I was trying to work out what was wrong with this picture.

    I knew it was a Nanotyrannus, I recognized the shape of the skull beneath the flesh. I had drawn it many times, photocopied pictures of it, read about Bakker's rediscovery of the type specimen and the CAT scans done to reveal the interior. But never had I ever imagined . . .

    The small tyrant paused, just as his tail tip cleared the automatic doors, large nostrils flaring as he drew in the air. His hide was a fantastic dark color of green-black, iridescent purplish stripes wrapped his contours tightly. He was absolute muscle from his squarish head, down to the talon-tipped toes of his feet. I saw the glistening of blood oozing from a gash on the side of his neck. It appeared he had been grazed by a bullet while entering the store. I could see the rapid beating of his heart in a vein beneath the shine of his black eye. I felt very weak.

    He looked around for a moment, ignoring the chaos and screams, then turned and entered the camera department.

    I heard sirens outside. The magnificent beast stepped carefully, looking around with wary interest at all PayLess had to offer. I heard his talons ticking on the tile floor, and as he drew nearer, I could smell the warmth of his hide, and the sweet stink of a predator. Teeth peeked out from beneath the curl of his lip, lovely dark teeth. There was a chrrring sound from deep within his body. He followed the counter along to the cash register, behind which I stood, and there he stopped.

    I couldn't feel my body, all I knew was the intense light in his forward facing eyes as he fixed his gaze on me. I wanted to scramble away, never had I felt so much like prey, but I could not make my limbs obey the shrieking commands of my mind. In all my wildest and most imaginative dreams I had never -NEVER- thought that finally meeting a dinosaur would be like this!

   I always said I wanted to meet a dinosaur . . . I always said it wouldn't even matter if he tore me to shreds! It would be worth it, I said! Oh GOD, I was right!

    "You do not belong behind that counter," his voice rolled up from his chest and out of his mouth like thunder. My eyes widened, I was too shocked to reply.

    Police flooded in through the automatic doors, weapons at ready. I took one quick look at them, then scrambled over the counter, throwing my arms around the dinosaur's neck. My supervisor screamed at the police to hold their fire, or they might hit me, and with Christmas coming, they needed all the employees intact. The Nanotyrannus picked me easily off his neck and put me down on the counter, laying on my back. His lip peeled up in a sneer and he growled, "I claim you."

    That made sense to me. "Of course," I agreed, why else would a dinosaur be in the camera department at PayLess? To get change for a twenty? That was highly doubtful. So I helped him with my regulation grey tunic, and my dress black jeans and shirt, and I did not care when his talons scraped my skin here and there because he was unused to dealing with clothing. It felt wonderful!

    "Our PayLess associates are ready to serve you. . ." the speaker above us was pleased to inform.

    "Oh god!" a terrified woman shrieked, "That animal is raping that sales clerk!!" The police all edged slightly closer with weapons drawn.

    "That's not rape," one of my co-workers, a friend of mine who knew me very well, told the lady.     Even still, he stood ready with his 9mm, prepared to jump to my defense if I should need it.

    That fabulous creature drove me hard. I didn't care. He filled me in complete and strange ways I had never experience before. I relished it. I clung to his chest and shoulders as he pounded into me, licking at the hot spicy blood that spiraled down the lines of his neck. I was charged by the horror and disgust of the terrified people around me. I loved hearing them scream and cry. I loved the heated whoosh of breath in my ear and the fiery spray of sticky cum that the tyrant shot into me. Truly there could be no sensation more incredible than the spin of my mind as I broke every protocol, every social acceptability, every law of time, and fucked a dinosaur on the camera counter at PayLess.

    The panting dinosaur, his sides slick with froth, jumped to land on the counter beside me. I rolled and grabbed his ankle, taking a moment to notice the shine of his glossy black claws. He roared, shaking the entire store. Police scattered and ducked behind displays. Over the din, I heard my new mate order me: "Go grab a package of chocolate chip cookies and climb on my back! We're outta here!"

    And as we left the store, I heard the speaker one last time.

    "PayLess- because you deserve more from a drug store!"

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