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April 2nd
Bluffs Overturned
Weather conditions: Perfect.
Springtime. That time of year when life is rejuvenated. The birds sing and the fields are filled with vibrant colors and natural scents.
Temperatures have reached optimal levels. Neither too hot nor too cold. Although in the mornings there is still that cool breeze coming from the coast. A reminder that just a few weeks ago, most of the residents of Volcadera Bluff preferred to stay in the comfortable warmth of their homes.
But that's over now.
Especially for the city's youngest residents.
And the fans are screaming with excitement!
Schools from all over the city have converged on Volcano High School, drawn by the excitement and adrenaline. After all, the interscholastic games have already begun, and only the most studious and grumpy students wouldn't dare watch such an event.
More than ten schools are concentrated in Volcadera, and their eager students yearn for triumph in each of their disciplines.
Soccer, American football, swimming, athletics, tennis, badminton, gymnastics, combat sports, volleyball, chess, pétanque... Name a sport and you're sure to find some students participating.
However, this story centered on a small group of students, most of whom at this moment were sitting on the designated spectator bench at Volcano High, eager to witness the opening four-hundred-meter hurdles race.
And of course, there was one that was more lively than any other.
—Come on, Nasipu! You can handle them!
From the middle of the group, the shrill voice of a peach-scaled, blonde-haired parasaur stood out above the rest. Legends say that Naomi can shatter glass up to an inch thick with the power of her voice. Clearly an exaggeration. But those around her had to cover their ears; they had their doubts at that moment.
On the track, occupying the center lane, a male bird with dark scales stretched its legs and mentally prepared itself to give its best performance. Naser Aaron, the best athlete in Volcadera and captain of the Track and Field team. And also, the boyfriend of the owner of that squeaky voice that can be heard from the stands.
Naser turned to face his audience and quickly spotted the small group where the parasaur stood out, its hands waving from side to side. The pterosaur smiled, pleased by the support, and as a reward, kissed its hand and blew it in the girl's direction.
Only Naomi was able to see the enormous pink heart fly through the sky. A figment of her imagination. But one that struck her with enough force to knock her back in her seat, dizzy, blood dripping from her nose as tiny hearts floated in circles above her head.
An emotion not shared by a certain pteron with white scales and punk attire who was by his side.
—Ugh... You two are going to make me throw up.
Lucy Aaron, also known as Fang, had the misfortune of sharing the spot next to the peach-scaled candied apple. The pterodactyl crossed her arms, letting out an annoyed growl at the excessive affection, clearly showing her displeasure with the situation.
—Tsk... When are they going to start? Or are we going to have to wait all fucking morning?
And right next to the ptero, possibly the most troublesome individual in all of Volcano High. With a record that's hard to beat for detention time, a triceratops with purple scales and a repellent attitude. Patricia John... or Patricia Lettuce, depending on the fanfiction, better known as Trish, and the worst pain in the school. One who clearly didn't want to be there.
—We should be practicing in the auditorium, not watching a bunch of brainless idiots wasting time.
And beside her, the last member of the group, a bald human in a green jacket, rolled his eyes wearily at the triceratops' impatience. Anon I. Mous. The only human present in the entire stadium.
"For Jesus Raptor's sake, Trish. Could you stop complaining for just five seconds?" the boy remarked in an annoyed tone, which the triceratops girl beside him did not appreciate at all.
She turned to face him angrily. "I'll say whatever I damn well please, skinny. You're not the one to tell me what to do."
—Then stop being a pain in the ass, Trigga.
Anon and Trish began another of their unethical exchanges of obscenities, causing both the goth pterosaur and the peach parasaur to stare blankly in their direction. Naomi and Fang usually disagreed on almost everything, though this time was an exception.
—And they've already started. —The parasaur commented, now in a more tired tone.
—Again. —The pteron added, implying that this type of scene was quite normal.
However, the event didn't wait for pointless arguments, and a few minutes later, the racers were in their respective positions, ready and waiting for the starting gun. The stadium fell into a hushed silence, as every dinosaur present eagerly awaited the start of the event.
And so it was.
The starting gun signaled the beginning, and both runners and spectators erupted in uncontainable energy. The runners gave their all on the track, while the spectators raised their voices in cheers and words of support for their fellow competitors.
However, despite it being an impressive race, the victory of the dark-scaled pteron over the rest of the competitors was already decided even before reaching the halfway point of the lap on the track.
"Yes! You can take them on, Nacipú!" The parasaur girl's voice rose above the rest.
Naser finally crossed the finish line, winning by two seconds ahead of the second competitor. A pink-scaled diloposaur who gave it his all, just like the rest of the competitors.
In the stands, the euphoria was uncontrollable, especially that of a certain peach-colored parasaur girl.
On the track, Naser shone brightly, though it was probably just the effect of the sun's rays hitting his sweaty, athletic body. As he raised his hands to wipe the sweat from his head and drank water from a bottle, unconsciously striking anime poses, he stirred up some rather indecent fantasies in more than one woman. Although that sexy stud already had an owner.
"Damn... He made them bite the dust," the human commented with some disbelief.
"Of course," the parasaur stated with complete certainty. "There's no way Na... could be..."
Naomi stopped speaking, her face registering utter bewilderment as she turned to look at the human. This, of course, caught the attention of the rest of her companions, as the parasaur wasn't one to leave her sentences unfinished.
Trish and Fang were the first to react, looking in the same direction as the president's eyes, only for a look of surprise to appear on both their faces. All the while, the human wondered what on earth was going on with those three.
What Anon didn't know was the imposing figure that stood behind him.
The three girls weren't the only ones to notice. How could such a large creature go unnoticed? One that stood almost two and a half meters tall, and yet was silent enough to stalk the human without him having the slightest idea of its presence.
But what could not be ignored was the silence that reigned in that region of the stands, as if everyone were holding their breath before what was possibly about to happen.
A Tyrannosaurus. One that towered above all others. One whose sharp, white teeth stood majestically in all their glory. Scales as blue as the deepest ocean, and a gaze that seemed to see everything. One that focused on the frail human before it as if it were nothing more than a juicy piece of meat.
A stupid piece of meat that was unable to perceive the danger that lurked around him.
Anon then felt the heavy silence. "Something else was up." That's what her instinct screamed from deep within her spine. Even more so when she noticed Naomi, Fang, and Trish all staring with expressions difficult to understand. And she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
She knew something was behind her... But it was too late. And when she looked up, there was no way to escape.
—No! No! Wait! It's...! Arg...!
Anon complained in vain, for he had no chance when that mountain of teeth lunged at him, and in less than a second his head, hands and half of his torso disappeared inside the mouth of that thing.
Nobody did anything. Nobody even moved a muscle. They just watched, expectant, the macabre scene unfolding right before their eyes. Some even chuckled quietly, as if they were actually enjoying the spectacle rather than being afraid.
The message was clear...
No one would help the human in this situation. No one would raise their voice in their defense. On the contrary. They seemed to enjoy it or simply ignore it. In fact, Trish and Naomi's poker faces, and Fang's amused expression, made absolutely no sense.
Conversely, Anon seemed to be struggling in vain, his legs unable to find any support to escape his apparent doom. However, when the T-Rex grabbed the human's legs and lifted them into the air...
On the racetrack, Naser watched the scene in bewilderment. How could that enormous T-Rex devour that human in the middle of the crowd as if it were nothing? It was so strange that even the Dilophosaurus that had come in second place approached the pterosaur with curiosity.
—Men... Is that normal?
Naser sighed with amusement. "Yes... It is."
And then... The human's legs disappeared inside the mouth of the great blue dino, who proudly displayed his large fangs and his... Crown?
On the other hand, things weren't entirely pleasant for the human. First, his vision was overwhelmed by the sea of colors that made up the rest of the students around him, while he engaged in a pointless argument with the triceratops.
And suddenly, everything went dark.
Anon tried to fight, but it was in vain; nothing he attempted worked. Whoever tried to subdue him had the strength and determination to do so effortlessly.
The world compressed around Anon. He spun around and fell into the void until his body was suspended in the incomprehensible. Everything around him was blurry, difficult to interpret. His head spun, confused. And when the storm finally seemed to have stopped, he opened his eyes and what he saw was a...
—Little bear?
—City.
A second voice echoed in his head, and it took the bald man a few seconds to grasp the situation. What he saw before him was nothing more than the design of a small bear embroidered on a piece of white fabric. A piece of fabric whose purpose was to cover the backside of...
—¿¡Rita!?
Oh Reeda... It depends on how lazy you are about naming things.
A pink-scaled raptor girl, with some lighter touches on her snout. A large tail with abundant feathers of the same color at the base and tip, giving it the appearance of a large fan. Her hair, the same color, was somewhat disheveled and held back only by a ribbon. And her mauve eyes held that curious spark of amusement that was so characteristic of her.
Of course, to maintain the image, Rita was only wearing a white set of underwear at that moment. Nothing more... Nothing less.
The raptor was wearing a costume of Rex, the school mascot. A blue T-Rex costume that was held in place by some supports inside the suit. An extremely hot costume, especially in summer.
"Hehe... I caught you." the girl commented in an amused tone.
"What are you doing?" the human asked, now a little angry at the realization of what had happened. He was trying to ignore the fact that the raptor girl's rear end was right in front of his face.
What a vulgar sense of humor.
—Hehe... I just wanted to surprise you. And it seems I succeeded.
"Uh-huh..." the human said with a poker face. "And now... how am I supposed to get out of here?"
Rita's face froze in a smiling expression, but the truth was her mind went blank. She simply didn't have the answer to that question.
Anon had fallen headfirst into the costume. She slid between the raptor's back and the fibers of the disguise, stopping at the seam where the legs and tail met. It was at this precise point that Anon's head came to rest, giving her a perfect view of the teddy bear embroidered on the girl's panties. At the same time, Anon's legs were now raised above Rita's head, filling the space inside the costume's large headpiece.
There was no way he could leave the same way he came in.
—Damn it... I can't... move. Can you turn around?
Anon hesitated before answering. "I'll try." "And stop pressing your butt against my face."
—Just turn around.
The situation inside the costume was just as chaotic as outside. The students were taking advantage of the moment to watch Volcano High's school mascot devour the bald human, and now... everyone was simply waiting for something to happen.
And something began to happen.
Suddenly, the fabric of the costume began to stretch in a way it shouldn't. The human's hands, trying to turn around, left imprints on the fabric, like something out of a horror movie, where someone, still alive, was trying to escape from a monster's stomach.
Of course, the pet's face did not match the chaotic state of its body.
Fewer voices coming from within it.
—Ouch! Watch out for my feathers.
—Damn... I can't find anywhere to hold on.
—Move your foot... The other foot!
—Ugh... Your hair is in my face. I can't see anything!
—Try... to... turn... you...
—Wait. It's not that simple. Ugh... My jacket got caught on something.
—Hey! Hey! Watch where you put that hand!
—I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's soft.
—¡Iahh! ¡Anon!
-I'm sorry.
—Put your foot through the hole!
—That sounded terribly wrong!
Outside, those close enough to hear the human and the raptor's voices couldn't contain their laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Fang had to hold his beak to keep from bursting into laughter, while Trish just huffed, annoyed and tired of the whole thing.
However, a certain peach-loving parasauria, who was not in favor of the normal, did not look kindly upon such... a display of indecent activities.
—Anon! Rita! Can someone tell me what the hell you're doing?! You're going to rip Rex's suit!
Suddenly, the costume stopped moving, and a heavy silence settled around it. The costume's head began to slowly turn, and that smile full of fake teeth settled over the parasaur like a predator eyeing its prey. This startled the girl.
However, the tension didn't last long, as a third hand emerged from the body of the costume, pointing towards the track, clearly being pushed from inside it, while the human's somewhat irritated voice could be heard echoing.
—Hey. You have no idea how difficult this is.
Fang let out a snort, unable to contain his laughter. "This... It's on the other side."
The costume suddenly turned its head ninety degrees, and a new hand appeared facing the correct direction as the other disappeared.
—You don't know how difficult this is.
That was too much. Fang couldn't control his laughter, and his dying seagull cries escaped his mouth as an uncontrollable guffaw, accompanied by the laughter of many other students. Even Trish had to look away, as her occasionally jerking shoulders suggested she was struggling not to laugh too.
Of course, the parasauria didn't find that funny at all.
—Just take that off. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it.
"Okay," Rita replied listlessly. "Ready, Anon?"
-I think so.
—Okay. One step at a time. —The two idiots almost tripped and fell down the stairs. —The other foot!
—How was I supposed to know?!
—You follow me. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right...
And so, amid laughter and a few stumbles, Anon and Rita were able to descend the stairs from the stands, receiving a few impromptu applauses for the spectacle.
Walking together wasn't easy, as they both had to share the space inside the costume's legs at the same time. Therefore, they both had to be perfectly synchronized.
"Are we almost there?" the human asked wearily. "This is an oven."
—Hehe. Almost there. Just hang on a little longer.
The costume moved awkwardly with its two occupants inside, causing their heads to bump into the occasional gap above the doors.
They walked like soldiers. Perfectly synchronized, moving their arms and legs in perfect unison. However, there were some... drawbacks.
The costume was made of thick, cut- and impact-resistant fabric, with fibers so tightly woven they barely allowed any breathability. A normal, cold-blooded dinosaur would sweat quite a bit inside. A human was practically a microwave. Even more so with two sharing such a small space.
Their bodies grew sweatier with every step. And given the limited space, it was impossible for Anon to move his chest away from Rita's back. Much less could he move the girl's long hair away from his face.
Their feet were together. Their calves were together. Their thighs were together. Their hips... weren't together, because the base of Rita's tail wouldn't allow it. However, given the lack of space, Anon had no choice but to rest his hands on the girl's hips.
Although this didn't seem to bother the kidnapper much...
Strange.
Finally, they managed to reach the school gym's locker rooms. The girls' locker room, since Rita was the one in front, after all, as all Anon could see was the girl's long red hair.
"We're fine here. Unzip the back." the kidnapper commented.
Anon turned around, realizing what Rita meant. "This one?"
—Sip.
The human unzipped the suit, and the steam escaped from inside like a pressurized capsule that had just been released. Anon and Rita emerged from inside the T-Rex suit with a sigh of relief, their bodies quickly appreciating the refreshing sensation of the air conditioning.
It was like watching a scene from that anime... Gleipnir... or Attack on Titan.
A nice...
"Damn... This thing is a sauna. I haven't sweated this much in ages," the human complained, though a playful smile played across his face.
—You can say that again. Why do you think I'm not wearing anything underneath?
Rita turned around, and a malicious look appeared on the boy's face as he checked with his eyes that... indeed... Rita was only wearing a set of white underwear... And the teddy bear.
—So... you're basically walking around in your underwear while wearing this?
Rita rolled her eyes, just before her feathered tail gave the bald man a sharp tug in the face. Not hard, but enough to confuse him a little.
It took Anon a few seconds for her mind to recover after the attack of the red feather tornado. Just enough time for Rita to find her way out of the suit, collapsing onto a bench to catch her breath.
Her sweaty body really appreciated the coolness, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically as she caught her breath.
"Heh. I don't know how you thought that was a good idea," said the human, now back in reality, pulling the uncomfortable suit out behind him.
—Hey. You can't deny it was fun.
—Hehe... Yes, you're right.
Anon slumped down next to the raptor, her chest heaving from the heat and exertion. Without hesitation, she removed her large green jacket, damp with sweat, and the olive-green pullover she wore underneath. She took off the pullover without much embarrassment, letting out a sigh of relief as her sweaty body felt the cool air. She set her clothes aside to dry.
You're probably wondering why these two individuals could be so calm next to each other half-naked, and neither of them felt uncomfortable about it.
Perhaps it was because Rita was such a lively and fun-loving girl, and these kinds of situations didn't bother her. Perhaps it was because Anon was more easygoing now. Or maybe it was simply because they were such close friends that they could share these moments without feeling awkward.
However, the real answer came unexpectedly, when the human, who was trying to catch his breath, felt something warm and slightly rough caress his face.
Anon glanced to his side, only to find the kidnapper staring in his direction, her tongue slightly protruding like one of those pugs whose mouths couldn't contain it. Rita had given the boy a little lick on the face, a gesture that caused Anon to break into a funny poker face.
"Really?" the human asked incredulously, to which the girl shrugged, her tongue still partially sticking out of her mouth.
Anon's expression shifted to a more amused one before he rolled his eyes with clear exaggeration. Rita saw the gesture and her smile widened, just before surprise gripped her when the human leaned forward and demanded a kiss on her lips.
It was small, soft. Just enough to make the raptor close her eyes before surrendering to the sensation of warmth on the tip of her snout.
But she wanted more.
Anon, unable to overcome Rita in strength, felt the pressure on his face, and his body couldn't withstand the weight of the abductor on top of him, forcing him to give way little by little until his bald head found the coolness of the bench. All the while, a weight settled on his pelvis, a pair of hands lunged at his chest, and the girl's lips pressed more intensely against his.
It was funny to see the girl's feathered tail rise toward the ceiling like a cobra charmed by the melody of a flute. At times it even took the shape of a small heart before returning to its original state.
Rita withdrew when she thought she'd had enough, licking her lips as she dropped her full weight onto the boy's pelvis. Her eyes held a predatory fury, so evident that it replaced the human's smile with a genuinely worried expression.
—Ri... Rita... You... You took the heat blockers... right?
She laughed, amused, pressing her body a little more against the boy's hips.
"Nope... But I have this." Suddenly, from inside her tight clothing, Rita pulled out a small plastic wrapper, though to the human's eyes it was nothing more than a plastic trick. A wrapper that seemed to contain something circular inside. "It's just as effective. Don't you think?"
Anon swallowed hard, now genuinely worried.
—Oh shit...
Well... That's how spring works. A time of new life and primal instincts.
But you're probably wondering how the apathetic human and the meat-loving raptor got to this point.
Well...
That will be an interesting story to tell.