Aphid

Preface:

All characters and events are between consenting, legal adults. All characters are fictional, and any relation to real persons is a coincidence. I do not own the legal rights to the characters Claire Dearing or Simon Masrani, or to the Jurassic World or Jurassic Park IP.

The Primal Playmate

Chapter 1: The Fall

Claire Dearing was running late. Not only was tardiness unusual for her, the predicament she found herself in was equally unusual. As the Director of Operations at the largest and most trendy theme park in the world, she was expected to be on time to pretty much everything. She was failing at this, primarily because she had her hand clamped over her mouth and her hand in her green cotton panties.

“Ohhhh” She let out a drawn-out moan as she orgasmed, her carefully manicured hands tracing over her cleanly shaven lips. Hunched over in a bathroom stall in the Administrative Operations Building at Jurassic World, the typically clean-cut bureaucrat was out of her element. It wasn’t her fault, however. She had been unable to relieve herself last night due to some snags in the Dinosaur Breeding program that required her to work deep into the night. By the time she got to bed, all she could do was pass out in her sweat-drenched clothes and forget to set an alarm.

When she awoke, she had to throw on the cleanest-looking clothes she had, and rush over to the AOB, ignoring the burning desire in between her legs. After arriving at the building and realizing that she still had approximately 10 minutes until the meeting began, she decided to take a risk. Risks of this nature were entirely foreign to her, which is why she found herself sitting on the cold tile, her skirt bunched around her ankles and her D cup breasts falling out of their bra, her pink nipples as hard as diamonds.

“Oh shit” She muttered, glancing at her watch. 15 minutes had passed since she sat down on the bathroom floor, so she hurriedly stood up, nearly falling into the toilet as she pulled her skirt up. A few moments later and she had her neat blouse buttoned. Carefully checking to make sure the bathroom was still empty, she opened up the door quickly and slipped out of the stall. A quick brush of her fiery-red hair and she was stepping out of the womens’ bathroom. Her heels clicked on the waxed marble floor, and she carefully reconstructed her external facade as she walked. She is Claire Dearing. Director of Operations, Jurassic World. Cold and calculating. Clever, firm, and fair. Of course, fingerfucking herself in the ladies’ room was contrary to all of this, but she pushed that though apart as she stepped into an elevator alone. The AOB was relatively quiet today; it was a few weeks before the ‘on-season’ of Jurassic World, and many temp employees had yet to arrive. As it was, only a slowly-growing skeleton crew operated the island during the off-season, and even fewer had permanent residence on Isla Nublar.

The elevator let out a friendly chime as she arrived on the 34^th floor of the AOB. She stepped off, hoisting her purse up to her shoulder as she clacked towards one of the dozens of boardrooms scattered throughout the building. Walking through the glass-walled floor, she could see the rolling green terrain of the island just out of sight. Closing her eyes and inhaling one last time, she prepared herself to step inside the room. She pressed her keycard to the access terminal, and the cloudy glass door slid open for her.

Claire stepped into the executive boardroom, seeing that the seated individuals were paying close attention to the speaker, Simon Masrani, owner of the park and the primary reason that it was back up and running. Thankful that this was the case, she quickly sat down at her seat opposite Masrani.

“Claire! So glad you could join us!” The Indian CEO said with a friendly grin. Several faces turned to face her, with mixed expressions. Chang, Tarley, Wilson,

‘Shit’ She wondered, before smiling in turn and speaking “Thank you, I’m so sorry, I got caught up in paperwork for the Breeding program” She lied, hoping that attention would turn away from her.

“Of course, nobody works quite like you do” Simon replied, and turned back to the board and continued speaking. Glad to have attention turned away from her, Claire removed her laptop from her bag and opened it up, typing away notes as Masrani reviewed revenue options and methods of streamlining the guest experience.

This meeting went by in a blur, and all Claire could think about during it was how aroused she had been downstairs. Her panties forced to the side, her skirt bunched around her ankles. Her hands forcing their way into her mouth to keep her from calling out and alerting the entire staff that their boss was fucking herself in the bathroom. She bit her lip recounting the experience in her head, and didn’t even realize that the meeting had ended until Elizabeth Chang clapped her on the shoulder.

“Ms. Dearing,” She said in her light Korean accent “I was wondering if you could personally supervise the new Gallimimus breeding event.” Elizabeth Chang was one of several Vice-Presidents, and technically outranked Claire.

“The guys down that work down there are very rough, and they’re the reason we’ve lost quite a few viable embryos in the last month. Just, go down, and make sure everything goes smoothly.” She continued.

“Are you sure, Ms. Chang?” Claire replied, biting back her tongue. She didn’t want to go watch the Gallimimuses have sex; no one would. But, Chang had superiority, and it was technically Claire’s job.

“Yes, you need to get down there soon. Mr. Masrani himself asked this of you.” Chang said.

‘That was odd,’ Claire wondered ‘Why wouldn’t he ask me himself?’ She glanced around the boardroom, but he had already made his leave.

“Ok, I’ll head over there now” She said with a nod, and stood up and exited the boardroom, leaving the insufferable woman behind.

“Go watch the dinosaurs have sex, Claire. Go watch the dirty reptiles fuck each other Claire” She muttered to herself, mocking her superior.

Leaving the AOB was a lot quicker than arriving at it, thanks to the skycar system mounted atop the building. She walked to the nearest balcony, which also served as a skycar onboarding ramp. The cable cars ran every 5 minutes or so, and were the quickest way to get from the AOB to pretty much anywhere else in the park. As an added bonus, they were used exclusively by staff, which meant that they were significantly quicker than trying to use the island-wide train system.

Claire stepped into the skycar, and input her destination: the Southern Enclosure. The island was divided into a variety of districts, each of which served a purpose. The Administrative District, which is where Claire is currently, housed the Administrative Operations Building, the research labs, executive housing, and all of the infrastructural centers. The Guest District housed all guest housing, a majority of the shopping centers, restaurants, merchandising kiosks, and anything that was necessary to the comfort of a guest’s stay at Jurassic World. The Oceanographic District was essentially an aquarium, except with lethal reptilian exhibits instead of sad orcas. The rest of the island housed dozens of enclosures, trails, roads, and plains, most of which were inhabited by the primary attraction: dinosaurs. These were open to the public to freely explore, with only the carnivorous dinosaurs permanently locked behind highly electrified fences and walls.

The skycar jolted to a stop as Claire arrived at the Southern Enclosure, which housed a variety of medium-sized dinosaurs. She stepped off of the skycar and onto the concrete pad, where she was greeted by the coordinator of the Gallimimus breeding.

“Hello Ms. Dearing,” He said in his very Southern American accent “Follow me this way” He said, and began walking down the metal grated stairs and onto the sidewalk.

Claire looked around her as she followed the older man, and saw several unnameable dinosaurs through the grated windows in the concrete enclosure walls. The Southern Enclosure was one large pen, approximately 1000 feet square, and mostly forested. It was topped by a series of intersecting grated catwalks, which she was walking up now, closely following the coordinator.

“Watch your step now.” He said, holding her elbow as she stepped up the stairs carefully.

“Thanks.” She replied.

“Ok, we’ve cordoned the males off from the females,” He began “But, as you know, they are prone to spontaneous sex changes. We started off just the two males, but every time we section the females way from the males, some of the females change. Ain’t nothing we can do about it, so we just try to hurry.” He said, and Claire nodded. She was fully aware of this procedure; she invented it. They carefully walked above the enclosure, on the steel walkway.

Beneath her, she could see the pit of Gallimimus males. They were mostly foraging through the grass, and occasionally scrapping with one another. Gallimimus were similar to raptors, in that they had very powerful hind legs and shorter, weaker, front arms. They differed from velociraptors in their long, thin necks, and their small herbivorous heads.

“Ok, where are we at in terms of females?” She asked.

“We have three or four that the doctors expect to lay eggs soon, and about a dozen that still have to catch” He said, pulling out his clipboard.

“Here. We’re cycling the males in now; pumping pheromones into the lower areas of the enclosure, should get them nice and… prepared.” He said, evidently choosing his words carefully.

“Looks good.” Claire said, shooting him a glance and nodding approvingly at the procedure.

The pheromones were clearly having an effect. Claire watched, somewhat sheepishly, as several of the males began sporting sizable erections. Typically, reptiles have very few definable external sexual organs. But, as the park scientists assumed, as a by-product of their genetic tampering, all male dinosaurs possessed varying penises. These would remain hidden when the dinosaur was not aroused, but when said dinosaur did get ‘in the mood’, it would sprout from its underbelly. In the case of the Gallimimus, this cock would take a form similar to that of a horse, or other large mammal. Testicles would also be present, but only after sexual contact is initiated.

“Looks like its working.” The coordinator said, and placed his clipboard down by his feet. Claire glanced down, not paying particular attention to his action, and instead watching and ensuring that the Gallys were not fighting among each other.

Claire felt a hand on her back, and she flinched and turned around.

“Wh-” Her question was cut off as the coordinator gave her an almost regretful look, and his hands pushed her forward. She slipped down, slamming her knees onto the metal grates.

“What the fuck are you-” She was cut off again as he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her closer to the edge.

“Stop!” She gasped out raspily, to no avail. The coordinator pushed her underneath the safety railing and held her over the edge, her legs weakly kicking at the walkway floor. Holding her torso out over the enclosure, he gave her one last regretful look before letting go of her throat.

Claire felt herself go weightless. She seemed to fall in slow motion as the catwalk grew smaller, and the coordinator’s head disappeared over the edge.

“Ghh!”

She landed as quickly as she had fallen. She felt the wind get forced from her lungs as she slammed into the muddy ground. Groaning, she rolled over, and tried to gather her senses. Her hands squelched in the mud, and her backside was covered in the filth.

“Ugh” She said, sitting up.

‘Where was the alarm?’ She wondered. Any time an employee moved past the catwalk’s lower boundaries, an alarm would trigger and rescue teams would be dispatched. A noise behind her suddenly made her realize that the lack of an alarm, or lack of rescue, was a very pressing problem.

A very aroused Gallimimus stood in front of her. At 6 feet tall at the hip, the creature stood nearly triple her size at the neck. As a result of that, its dangling cock was about a foot long, at least. It snorted, and took a step forward. Claire gulped and crawled backwards, sliding her ass on the ground as she pressed up against a tree. She could feel something hard pressing against her leg, and she glanced down to see a nozzle.

‘Fuck’ She wondered. It was just her luck that she would land on top of the pheromone-dispensing nozzle. The Gally took another step towards her, eyeing her up. Luckily the others hadn’t seemed to notice her yet. Its cold reptilian eyes stared her down, and she couldn’t help but blush as she saw its cock dripping a clear liquid.

What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about the fucking reptile’s cock at a time like this? She needed to stand up, get to a service door, and get out of here. The Gally took a final step towards her, pressing its cold snout against her chest. She stood perfectly still, not wanting to even consider moving and setting it off. It sniffed around her chest, slowly moving down to her waist, and finally to her crotch.

It let out a satisfied huff, and reached a small clawed hand forward. No, no. She had to stop it before it tore into her. Before she could even react, the dinosaur raised its claw and struck. She winced and shut her eyes, but she felt no pain. She looked down, and to her surprise, she was not disemboweled. Instead, her dark green jeans had a clean slice through them, right above her crotch. What the fuck? She looked up at the dinosaur, who continued to stare at her with its cold gaze, even as it sniffed at her still covered crotch.

She made no move to run, and instead froze as the Gally made two more slices, now forming a triangle. The piece of fabric previously covering her crotch fell away and fluttered on the ground. The warm breeze fluttered through her legs, and she could feel now that her pussy was drenched. Why wasn’t she running away? Why was she about to allow this reptile to… do whatever it wanted to her. And why in God’s name was she soaking wet? She stared at the creature, who seemed to have no interest in harming her. It opened its mouth, and a long leathery tongue lolled out. Oh God. The Gally pressed its snout to her crotch, forcing her legs aside. She was backed up against a tree, barely standing, and a dinosaur was about to violate her. The tongue pressed into her pussy, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Not in pain, but in pleasure. Somehow, this reptile was making her feel better than her purple vibrator at her room ever could. The Gally licked her again, this time taking all of her juices. Its tongue slipped in between her lips, and even grazed her clit. Holy shit, she was on cloud 9. She sank to her knees, unable to even stand up and the dino increased its speed. Hungrily lapping at her juices, the Gally let out frenzied huffs of air from its nostrils. Claire could barely keep herself together, and was trying her best to keep her demeanor intact. She tried to repeat her mantra in her head to keep from slipping into the ocean of pleasure that seemed a leg spread away.

She is Claire Dearing. Director of Operations, Jurassic World. Cold and calculating. Clever, firm, and fair. She is Claire Dearing. Director of Operations, Jurassic World. Cold and calculating. Clever, horny, and fair. Fuck, that wasn’t it. She is Claire Dearing. Director of… something. Cold and calculating. Clever, horny. She could feel herself slipping. She is Claire. Getting fucked. Warm. Horny and aroused. Her mantra failed as she spread her legs with a loud moan, giving in to the Gallimimus. It took the opportunity readily, doubling its speed and licking at her pussy aggressively. Fuck. She reached her hand down, dangerously close to the dinosaur’s teeth. But she didn’t care; she was focused on reaching the greatest orgasm of her life. At the hands of a dinosaur. It would have been easy to blame her state of mind of the pheromones being pumped into the enclosure, but this was a symptom of something more. Something Claire had been missing her entire life.

She let out a whimper as the Gally stopped licking at her pussy. She took a deep breath, thinking it was over, only to see the dino’s red cock come into view.

“Oh no. no no” She protested. There was no way that that mammoth of a dick would fit into her incredibly underused pussy. She was by no means a virgin, but her full devotion to Jurassic World had left her with little time to pursue romantic counterparts. The Gally moved closer, and she pressed against the tree in fear. She bit down on her lip as she felt the hot organ press against her warm, dripping pussy. The Gally leaned forward, pressing its claws into the tree around her head, steadying itself.

She felt like she was being split in half as the dino pressed into her. Oh fuck, it hurt. But it felt… good. Looking down, she watched as the organ disappeared inside of her. Simultaneously, a slight bulge appeared in her lower stomach. Knowing what was coming, she reached her hand behind her and gripped the tree. The Gallimimus began to pump into her, letting out a screech as it began to fuck Claire Dearing. The warm shaft slid in and out of her, lubed by her own impossibly wet pussy.               Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her mind was solely focused on how good this dino cock felt, and how wrong it was. She didn’t have time to dwell on the ethical and moral dilemma of her predicament; she was too close to cumming everywhere. She stared up at the Gally as it fucked her senselessly, with little regard for her safety. A warm feeling settling on her rested ass, and she looked down to see that the Gally’s balls had finally made an appearance. They were the size of softballs, and seemingly churning with seed. Completely overwhelmed by lust, she ripped her shirt off, ruining it as it fell next to her. Her bra swiftly followed, in a similarly ruined state. Claire squeezed her tits, twisting aggressively on her perfect pink nipples as she chased her orgasmic high. Moaning freely now, her mind was set on one thing. Orgasm. The Gally pumped in and out, its slightly ribbed cock occasionally sliding up against her budding clit.

Her first indication that the Gallimimus was about to cum was the increase in speed. This did wonders for her, and she bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as she tweaked her nipples and furiously rubbed her clit. Her second indication was the Gally’s balls drawing up towards its body, but not disappearing inside. Her third and final indication was when its claws dug into the tree next to her, and the reptile slammed all 12 inches of cock inside of her, locking in. Oh fuck.

That sent her over the edge, and the feeling of the reptilian cock pressing up against her womb was too much for her to handle. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in bliss as she let out a silent scream. Her body thrashed on the cock and as the Gally began pumping her full of his dino seed, she was squirting girlcum out around its cock. The Gally’s balls noticeably shrunk as it released its seed into the squirming redhead. Her stomach visibly inflated as a gallon of Gallimimus seed was pumped into Jurassic World’s Director of Operations. She squeezed her tits until they had red handprints, and her feet kicked up mud all around her as the Gally pinned her to the tree, pumping her full of its seed.

It took over five minutes for the synchronous orgasms to subside. When they did, the Gally withdrew his cock from her warm pussy, and a deluge of dinosaur and female cum poured from her belly, which rapidly deflated. The dinosaur then walked way and disappeared into the brush. Sitting there in a puddle of mixed cum, Claire rested her sweaty head against the tree. She couldn’t entirely comprehend the last half hour. She had been pushed in by an apologetic coordinator of breeding, taken against a tree, and willingly submitted to being fucked by a Gallimimus. The greatest sex of her life, but unexpected by every metric.