WARNING!  This story contains beastiality!

Primal Instinct

   "Take your rifle."

    Anna rolled her eyes, but grabbed her rifle and slung it over one shoulder, her pack over the other. Flashing a smile at the older scientist, she entered the airlock and slid the door shut. Once safely out of sight, Anna blew out a soft breath of annoyance. Of course she would take her rifle, she was no fool. She was a scientist and this was not a twentieth century hike through the woods.

    She waited patiently for the outside door to open and stepped out into late Cretaceous Montana.

    Perhaps the most important event of Anna's life was the conquering of the time barrier.  Oh yes, they all said it couldn't be done, they argued in circles about killing your own father and other nonsense, but the reality of it was much simpler. Time, as it turned out, was like a braided rope. When you traveled back or moved forward, you jumped onto different strands very nearly identical to your own. The whole concept was closely related to the Many Worlds Theory, and in fact many physicists maintained that they were one in the same. The real trick was being sure to get back to your proper time "braid".

    Ah, but science conquers all, and very soon time travel took practical turns and reached the paleontological world.

    Anna had been one of the first chosen for the revolutionary new projects- using time travel to study creatures known only by fossil remains. Anna had been chosen mostly on the basis of the exhaustive research she had done on high latitude theropod dinosaurs. She had spent many years and hundreds of thousands of grant dollars on the Alaskan North Slope, and in the specimen basement at the University in Fairbanks formulating theories on predator dynamics and social behavior, the relationships between different northern theropod families, and most importantly, the warm-bloodedness of the creatures.  Anna was the foremost authority in the country in these areas and one could even say that predatory dinosaurs were her passion.

    She was also chosen for her relatively young age, no nonsense attitude, and survivalist skills. Anna delighted in hiking, rock climbing, mountaineering, and all sorts of related activities. She was tall and sturdy, with long black hair, revealing her American Indian origins, and clear grey eyes that shone with confidence and intelligence. Not drop-dead gorgeous, she was at very least attractive, and it was obvious from her mannerisms that she knew how to take care of herself.

    A skill which was necessary where she was headed. The projects were based in self-sufficient dome structures, developed during the Biosphere research of the 90s, and designed to minimally impact the ancient environments they were invading. Groups were chosen to study many major periods in the geologic record, and the domes were sent back to those times and installed at carefully chosen sites (Anna always felt gleefully sorry for a friend of hers who was a paleontologist specializing in early Cambrian arthropods. His dome had to be submerged on the ancient ocean floor). Anna's dome was deposited overlooking a deltaic valley at the edge of the Late Cretaceous Interior Seaway. Anna always marveled at the sea, knowing that in 65 million years or so, Montana would be nothing but badlands, with dinosaur fossils weathering out of rock that was being deposited before her eyes.

    It was a thrilling sensation, and Anna had been eager to join the project.  She was only sorry that Montana had been chosen for the setting, due to it being a known Maiasaur annual nesting grounds. Anna loved all dinosaurs, but to her the herbaceous species were about as interesting as cattle, and only barely as intelligent. She had seen only distant predators, trailing the herds in singles or small packs. As in the twentieth century, here meat eaters were the minority. They were rarely seen, but there was no doubt that they were around. She had shivering memories of the first night spent in the dome, when everyone was awakened by the tearing roar of what could have only been a Tyrannosaurus, and seeing its huge fleeting shadow through the reinforced windows. The experience had prompted the carrying of rifles, and had thrilled Anna so much that she had lain awake all night, energy coursing her body.

    She had been promised an expedition into Canada and perhaps Alaska once they were more firmly established and research on the Maiasaur herd was well underway. Until then she bidded her time following the game trails with quiet caution and trying to capture elusive predators on image disks and good old fashioned film.

    Today she followed the top contours of a bluff overlooking the deltaic valley, a topographic locale rarely preserved in the rock record. She could see out over the valley, at the vast alluvial fans carrying pure cool water from the fledgling Rockies down into the seaway, and at the mind staggeringly immense herd of Maiasaur which made the valley their spring nesting grounds. Anna could remember learning that the American buffalo had once existed in herds that could span several states, and was sure that the number of Maiasaur at least compared. Even high up as she was she could occasionally hear the deep lowing bellows of the herd as they called to one another. She spotted a small pack of distant meat-eaters and stopped, shielding her eyes against the morning sun in an attempt to see better. She could make out that they were medium sized animals, possibly troodontids. She took some pictures with her telephoto lens until the pack disappeared into brush. She was hoping to get more scientific papers out of this experience, perhaps publish new abstracts on previously unsuspected predator behaviors.

    Anna spent her day hiking and exploring the bluff, taking field notes on various plants she recognized and some of the animals she saw. The weather was pleasantly warm, not oppressively hot, which Anna knew was still a misconception in popular opinion. It, in fact, got cold in the evenings, and they would occasionally find late frost in the mornings, turning all the trees and plants into fragile digitized versions of themselves. Today, however, it was warm enough to seek some shade upon a granite upthrust that she found at the base of foothills leading up into the Rockies. It was conveniently located on the edge of a small still clearing under the protection of a young metasequoia and was about waist high, perfect to lay on and rest awhile.

    Anna took off her thin safari jacket, revealing a nicely shaped ample chest clad in a black tanktop. She rolled up the jacket and used it as a pillow under her neck, stretching out comfortably on the granite. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, listening to the sounds of the forest around her.

    She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep until she woke, controlling herself so that she wouldn't jump at the sound that she could hear close by. It was the sound of careful cautious steps being taken across the clearing. She slowly turned her head and opened her eyes.

    What she saw truly was the most mind-bending sight of her life.

    Crossing the clearing was a large Deinonychus antirrhopus, a relative of the Velociraptor made famous by the amusing early 90s movie Jurassic Park. He stood seven feet at the head, which was graceful and powerful, held forward by a muscular neck. His back was parallel to the ground, tail held out behind him balancing his skull. His hide was perfectly colored to match his environment, a dark warm green mottled with heavy browns and rich blacks. His legs were powerful, Anna saw the muscles under the hide ripple with each slow step the raptor took. He set each three-toed foot down with almost complete silence, carefully holding the nine-inch sickle claws on his inside toes clear of the ground. His long arms ended in three grasping clawed fingers, and he held them tucked up, as though ready at any moment to leap forward and grab unsuspecting prey. His eyes, set forward on his head affording him over-lapping vision, shone with a crafty light, and were disturbingly intelligent.

    Anna caught a ragged breath and felt her entire body tense. The raptor stood only feet away, and he was huge, ten to twelve feet long from his front to his tail tip, which flicked back and forth. He stopped in front of the rock and tipped his head toward her, gleaming eyes showing full recognition of her presence. His fingers flexed repeatedly, and he lifted his upper lip, showing gleaming serrated teeth, in a low growling snarl.

    Anna felt a violent shutter course her body at the sound. She laid her hand on the rifle beside her but did not move to lift it. She was transfixed by the power of the dinosaur before her, how beautiful he was. He far exceeded her expectations or imagination. For years she had studied the bones of his kind and had drawn reconstructions that could never hope to equal the reality of this creature. One of his sickles tapped against the ground in what she might have termed a nervous gesture in a human. He took a step closer to her, snorting a deep whoosh of air through his teeth. She at once caught his musky leather scent, and could see the smooth non-overlapping scales that covered his body, giving the pattern to his color. She took a chance and slowly eased up into a sitting position, the awesome raptor watching her every move.

    Anna stared at him, feeling her hands shake.

The raptor made a sharp deep sound and scented the air deeply, large nostrils flaring to enfold the aromas of the forest and the odd creature before him. He fixed his gaze on Anna and inhaled again, taking another step closer to her. Anna was at once thrilled and bewildered to the point that she was still while the raptor came directly up to her, close enough to touch and drew in her scent.

    She jumped at his sudden barking growl and he thrust his head toward her, his body tensing, tail pivoting upward on the hinged joint at its base. His breath was hot against her short-clad legs, his presence almost overpowering. Anna realized that her own breath was coming in hard pants as she fought to assimilate this incredible occurrence with scientific objectivity. As it became apparent that the raptor was not looking to eat her, her mind groped for reasons he might be interested in her. She thrilled suddenly as he nudged her leg with his muzzle, his hide was warm and alive and made her skin electric where he touched. Carefully, she reached out to touch him and her hand just barely grazed his nose before he tore away, his speed breathtaking.  She only heard his footfalls in the brush as he went.

    Anna sat stunned for a long time, trying to slow her breath, trying to process the experience. As her heartbeat slowed, she realized with shock that she had not been afraid of the raptor. Her reaction had been purely one of awe and thrill. She desperately wanted to see the animal again, to watch him move with such grace and strength, to feel his breath on her skin again, to touch that hot textured hide. . .

    She was euphoric all day. It wasn't until she checked the calender in her quarters that evening that she realized what the raptor's interest in her had been. She was beginning her ovulation cycle, and he had scented that. The encounter took on a new and more thrilling dimension. She tried to remain scientific as she considered this evidence that the raptor was attracted to her because of her ovulation, but found it increasingly harder to be objective. Her dreams were filled with shadows of raptors in her bed, punctuated by the sounds of the Cretaceous night.

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    Anna was at the rock again the next day, at about the same time. She wore only shorts and a tee-shirt, drawn up into a knot and exposing her stomach to the warm air. She had every intention of being scientifically objective, despite how excited she felt, and studying this interesting new development. She sat on the rock as still as she could and watched, waiting. As a token gesture, her rifle lay on the rock beside her, the metal being warmed by the afternoon sun. It was hotter than it had been the previous day. Anna soon felt herself sweating and used some of the precious distilled water from her canteen to cool herself. She spilled the liquid down her neck, delighting in the sensation of spreading coolness as it seeped down her chest, between her breasts and soaked into the knot of her tee-shirt.

    She jumped at a sudden snort from the raptor who had entered the clearing silently. The sun splashed across his hide giving him a warm touchable look. He fixed a steady gaze on her and snorted again. Anna was transfixed, enthralled by the reality of the creature, by his cautious and confident attitude. He made his way to a point directly in front of her, heavy feet crushing the brush under him, and faced her, teeth showing in a strange fearsome grin. Anna saw his neck muscles tense, his legs rippled as he crouched slightly, tail pivoting upwards. Her heart stopped as the raptor opened his mouth and roared.

    It was a tearing shrieking scream and Anna felt the air shutter around her. She scrambled back on the rock, an exciting terror rocking her to her very core. She realized, with mortification, that the raptor's presence and roar was stimulating her, making her stomach flutter and her groin tug in response. The raptor stood still, watching her, as she shakily climbed down from the rock, his black eyes reflecting all the colors of the forest and sky and glinting with a knowing light. Anna was aghast at what she was about to do, but some primal thought in the back of her mind told her that she had just been called for. She stood before the dinosaur, chest heaving with quick breaths, and slowly pulled her tee-shirt off over her head and tossed it away.

    The raptor's gaze did not leave her. He snorted harshly, tipping his head slightly to train one eye more properly on her shape. Anna ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her taunt nipples, moving a step closer to the animal in what she could only term as a display. She raised her arms over her head, to show what she was made of.

    The raptor thrust his head forward suddenly and nuzzled at her stomach, his breath hot and hide warm on her skin. Anna gasped softly, feeling his hard but nimble lips explore her skin for a moment. Her entire being lit up when he flicked his tongue, rough and warm, against her, trying her out, tasting her. He pulled his head back and barked quietly.

    Anna shivered, kicking off her hiking shoes, and shimmying out of her shorts. The triangle of dark hair between her legs was moist with sweat. The raptor immediately nosed her legs apart and snuffled in her cunt, causing spasms to travel Anna's body. Heat flared within her. She cautiously laid her hands on the animal's neck, feeling the rock-hard muscles tense under her fingertips. She explored the feel of his hide, wanting nothing more than to press her naked body against his scales. The raptor snorted and took a step away from her. He rose up, lifting his head high and bobbing slightly, spreading his arms, fingers flexed, and lifting his tail . Anna could see his underside now, a slightly lighter shade of green than the rest of him, and far underneath there was a bulging sheath.

    Slowly a shiny wet penis emerged from the sheath, pulsing slightly. It was darkly colored and pointed, the tip resembling an arrowhead. Anna's legs went weak in response, and she put her fingers to her cunt, immediate desire and want gripping her. Forget scientific objectivity! She knew that she had to have that dinosaur penis inside her. It continued emerging, slick, hard and thick.

    The raptor bobbed his head with a low growl, looking at her for approval of his display. Anna almost couldn't move. Intellectually she had no idea what to do next, but instinct guided her. She turned and braced herself over the rock, spreading her legs, showing the raptor her wet cunt, inviting him to take her. Anna gripped the rock tightly and closed her eyes.

    The raptor barked sharply and she felt him loom over her. Powerful hands gripped her shoulders, tightly enough that the claw tips lightly punctuated her skin. Anna gasped but didn't care, her entire body tensed in anticipation of the moment about to come. She felt the dinosaur's body press her down on the rock, his underside burning against her back. His growl sounded right beside her head, she felt his adjust his body and then...

    Anna cried out as the raptor drove his cock into her, hard and fully, his powerful hips thrusting him into her depths. She writhed at the oddly shaped penis, feeling it find places inside her she did not know existed. It was so hot she felt as though she had been impaled with a burning torch, but she pressed herself back against him, shoving his cock as deeply into her as possible. The force of his drive lifted her hips and his breath came hard through his clenched teeth. Anna moaned loudly, each pounding thrust exploding through her body up into her skull. She could feel the raptor's cock enlarging even within her, filling her tightly, the pressure against her sensitive points driving her into a frenzy. He rocked her against the granite hard, her cries increasing until they became as primal as any mating calls ever heard in the Cretaceous valley below them.

    The raptor's pace quickened, his own growls becoming more urgent. With a final bone shattering thrust, another scream ripping from his throat, he came hot into Anna, filling her with a growing nova of energy and life. She struggled under him, not out of any sort of fear, but with flailings of complete and utter instinctive passion, releasing her thoughts for a few wild moments and knowing nothing but hard bestial mating. The raptor was calming, cock still huge and burning inside her. His chest beat against her back with the efforts of his breathing. Anna barely had the time to catch her breath before he began to ride her again. She lost all sense of humanism, wishing only to rut with the dinosaur like one of his own kind. His thrusts were like a hammer each time he impaled her.

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    "How was the field work?" one of her colleges inquired as she came back to camp late in the evening. The dome structure looked inviting, for she knew a hot shower awaited her inside, and she was sore and worn, but her eyes contained a sparkle that prompted the other scientist to ask, "Make any important discoveries?"

    "Yes," Anna grinned, the simple thought of her afternoon sending a pleasant sensation to her loins, "But nothing you could write an Abstract on."

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