Back in April was my birthday, but also my twin brother's birthday , while I was asking the author of "Allosaurus and Diplodocus" Kristine Lord (Aka Allan Dipalma) permission to do this pic, my brother, RhynoBullraq, fell for the silly and random ship of Sludge (the Ornitholestes) with the big beautiful Storme (the Diplodocus).
Now in the original story there's a brief time where Sludge is taken on to watch Storme and Crowe's eggs aaaand basically it goes pretty bad but in this alternative reality I thought it would be cute if the trio were forced to spend a little more time together.
So because my bro liked the silly ship so much and my author friend seemed entertained by it I asked Kristine if they could write a short story that would go with a multi part story that involves Sludge and Storme "Getting Busy" , so it basically turned into a big birthday project for me and Kristine Lord for a gift for RhynoBullraq.
Here's part one of three (these will be released ever other post):
Sludge had lost a good number of flies to the day’s heat. They tended to swarm around his iridescent feathers, the true color of which he had forgotten long ago, but when the sun blazed down on his coat, they died, dissipated, or retreated into the shade of his plumage. A few daring individuals were still swarming him, though they buzzed around lazier than usual. He snapped idly at these creatures, not much in the mood for action himself. He had been assigned egg duty, which meant that he was currently in the middle of the clearing, unprotected by the shade. Storme and Crowe, the parents of these unhatched shitlings, ambled out of the canopy, suspicious of his intent as usual. He stood up to reveal that (also as usual) all of the eggs were accounted for. He offered a halfhearted smile, arms open and waiting for a hunk of meat, which they tended to drop on his head without much care. He didn’t mind. He was eating good.And if the food ever ran out, he had Plan B.He did hope that the eggs would hatch before this happened, because a plump little dinosaur would feed him more than a goopy, spill-prone egg.He was dismayed to see that they had returned without so much as a drumstick, and he very well knew why. It was too hot to hunt, too hot to do much of anything. He wasn’t hungry enough to execute his master plan quite yet, but it was a little tempting, if only because he was hot and mad about it. Speaking of hot, Storme was sweating from the heat, which her Diplodocian height made hard to avoid. She was a magnificent beast, and her ample bosom immediately shaded him as she approached. He stared up at her, mouth watering.“Put that tongue away, please. We don’t have any meat.”He licked his lips, tongue still panting.“Oh, that’s fine by me. It’s too hot to hunt, I gather?”“Very much so,” she said.He jumped out of the way as a stream of sweat splashed beside him. Crowe appeared from behind her, stretching his arms and yawning.“That’s okay. I’m not too hungry. You?”Sludge shrugged.“Not rea-”“I was talking to Storme.”He scowled bitterly.“Of course she’s not hungry! Her food literally grows on trees!”Storme grabbed a branch with her arm, stripping it like she was skinning a fish.“I’m fine. But this heat is just too much. I could really use a shower.”Sludge was unfamiliar with the word, but he didn’t want to admit so. Thankfully, Crowe was equally confused.“It’s not going to rain.”“In the waterfall, I mean.”Crowe lifted his chin.“Ah. I forgot that was a thing up here. Where I grew up, the water was pretty still.”Sludge was familiar with waterfalls, but he was still struggling with the concept of a shower. He knew about rain, of course, but he wasn’t sure how that related to waterfalls, except of course the commonality of falling water. It stood to reason, he thought, that since they were “taking” a shower, they must just be using a fancy word for drinking with their heads pointed up at the sky.Storme whipped her tail.“Let’s do it. I could use a good bath.”BATH?!Sludge had heard the word, but had no personal experience with the habit itself. The closest he’d come was licking blood off his fingers to savour the remnants of a meal. The thought of wetting his feathers was distressing to him, and he thought it must be the bare bodies of his temporary allies that made them so keen to put themselves through sensory agony, as it must be less permanent than his own experience would be. But thinking of their bare bodies, he was in fact curious to see Storme in such a situation. He quite liked the look of bare skin, and more so he liked the sweat dripping from her, so although they’d not adopt a particularly good stink from an endeavour that assured the opposite outcome, he was inclined to get a glimpse of her in what he would call a moistifying situmanation.“I would also like a bath!” he blurted out suddenly.“I would like him to have a bath too,” Crowe said, almost too quickly.“Then I’ll lead the way,” Storme said, “I know where we can go for a bit of privacy.”Sludge did not particularly care about privacy per se, but he was hoping for a secluded area where he might be able to observe Storme without the threat of being attacked from behind, for he anticipated that his mind would be on other things.***A few minutes later, when they found themselves at the waterfalls, Sludge’s suspicions were confirmed, because he found himself hard as a rock from the moment Storme crossed the veil of water, disrupting its silken flow in a spray of mist. He did not know what veils or silk were, of course, but it gave the impression of elegance regardless, especially when she had to manually part her breasts to allow the water to pass between them to her lower body.Crowe, just a few feet away and also bathing, was similarly intrigued by this display, and caressed his member as she let her breasts collide once more and threw her head back with a refreshed look. Sludge was not quite so cool nor wet, at least not all over, for he had found a hiding place behind a fallen tree that sheltered him from Crowe’s gaze and the spray of water simultaneously. His frenzied motion brought heat to his muscles, and his face flushed with a tangible aura that he thought might bend the air around him in ripples. But a sudden splash extinguished this furnace almost immediately. He thought it must be deliberate, and turned to complain, but found that Storme had simply decided to whip her tail toward Crowe, snaking it down his spine and between his cheeks. Sludge, now a little damp and smelling more rank than usual, was displeased by this unpleasant reminder of his status in the group. After all, if anyone was deserving of this sheer amount of woman, it must be him. But he did quite like being able to watch them, as though Crowe was an extension of himself that he could observe from a distance while imagining what Storme’s gentle touch must feel like. It was just that imagining created only a fraction of the real sensation, though his own hands more than made up for it. He had to be careful not to make too much noise, of course, lest Crowe turn him inside out. Storme, on the other hand, seemed to tolerate him, and was even at times amused by his antics.Crowe was fixated on Storme as he bathed, and Sludge was himself enraptured by her beauty. He knew that neither of them was likely to take their eyes off of her, so as he pumped his rod more fiercely than before, he allowed himself to forget his fear. He was unaware of the time passing as he pleasured himself, getting lost in the throbbing and heat, but just as he was about to climax fully, he found himself being lifted by his scruff. Crowe glared straight into his eyes, so furious that the ridges of their snouts collided with a painful ache.“What do you think you’re doing?!”Sludge gulped.“Uh . . .”“Oh, leave him alone, Crowe,” Storme said, “He’s just a titchy thing. He won’t hurt you.”“He was masturbating!”“Only a little,” Sludge said.“What a little pervert!” Crowe huffed, “Don’t you know better than to do that around us?”“He’s not hurting anyone,” Storme argued, “I’m sure it’s just the way his kind goes about doing it.”“Very true!” Sludge piped up, “It’s considered a compliment among my species. How am I to help myself around a creature like this gorgeous, voluptuous, beautifious-”“That’s enough!” Crowe said, flinging him to the ground, “You’re gonna back off right now, or we’ll have a problem.”“Crowe!” Storme hissed, “You’re being cruel! How would you like it if I judged you for the way your own kind behaves! He doesn’t know any better, and besides, I take it as a compliment. There’s nothing a long-necked creature enjoys more than being desired outside of being a meal.”Crowe’s face fell.“You know I don’t see you that way, right? . . .”“With you getting so aggressive out of nowhere, I’m not sure WHAT to think of you right now. Go back and guard our eggs. We’ve been away from them too long. I’ll return when it pleases me to do so.”Crowe’s eyes betrayed the guilt and conflict that had started to eat away at him. He looked like he wanted to say more, but no words came. He nodded silently and disappeared into the jungle. When his muffled footsteps became inaudible, Sludge scratched his head.“Geez, he seems miffed. What do you think-”He didn’t finish, because when he turned to look at Storme, she was gazing at him with a suspicious mischief in her expression.“Let him go. I have other plans.”
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The Writing and characters belong to Kristine Lord