Cowering behind a rock, I pull out a flare and aim my gun into the evening sky. Up until around 20 minutes ago, my trip through the Jurassic Frontier went off without a hitch. There's a rare mushroom that grows in this area that's prized by chefs around the world, but the locale can be very dangerous even at the best of times. I thought I was brave enough to traverse the landscape, but the moment I was spotted by a pack of Maccao, I bolted, carrying a couple delicious mushrooms with me so the whole trip wasn't a waste.
Well, it seems like these mushrooms aren't just a delicacy to wyverians, as the pack of green raptors are now hot on my tail, running through the rocky terrain. Peaking out from under the rock, I can see the alpha Great Maccao getting closer, drool spilling from his mouth as he sniffs the air for the scent trail. With my flare gun pointed up, I fire off a distress call, hoping that someone will find and rescue me soon. Peaking back out from behind the rock, my heart sinks after I realize the mistake I've just made. I've just alerted them to my location with the noise...
Before long, the pack of Maccao flank me, surrounding me as I'm pushed up against the rock, the Great Maccao staring at me with those deep yellow eyes of his.
At this point it's clear, if I want to survive this, I'll have to give the monsters what they want, so I toss the mushrooms aside. As the alpha beckons to the other two smaller Maccao, my heart sinks into my chest once more.
Quickly obeying their leader's orders they scamper off, taking the mushrooms as the Great Maccao stands before me, a wicked, inhuman smile running across his face. What does he want? I already gave him the mushrooms, why isn't he leaving with his pack? Extending his sickle talons, he slowly approaches me as I'm pushed up against the rock even more. As a trickle of sweat beads down my forehead he raises himself on his large, muscular tail. Before I can react, he quickly kicks me in the head, knocking me to the dirt floor below me.
With my head ringing, I look up and see the Great Maccao that's towering over me, his drool spilling onto my chest and dripping down onto my skin. He looks at me with those yellow eyes as he lowers his massive body towards mine, extending his claws once more. I can smell his musk wafting about as he leans closer to me, the stench of an aroused alpha. My heart pounds through my chest as I try and formulate a reason as to why this monster would be acting this way towards a male of a different species. Did I accidentally walk through a Maccao nest while looking for my mushrooms, these things communicate with pheromones after all...
In a way, a part of me wishes this whole thing was a misunderstanding, and that he actually wants to rip my head off, it'd probably be quicker and less painful than being violated by a monster after all.
Peeking down at his slit, I confirm the worst, I can see his reptilian cock slowly engorging in his slit, this is absolutely a mating thing for him, even if he doesn't know I'm not a female Maccao.
I try to push him away from my body as he climbs on top of me, his claws digging into my clothing, slowly ripping them away. The feeling of being completely helpless is unbearable as the Great Maccao rips open my clothes, exposing my pale, naked form beneath. His yellow eyes stare deeply into my own, his tongue licking the side of his mouth as his cock throbs within his cloaca.
Emitting a deep, guttural roar, the Great Maccao continues to climb over me, his feathers brushing against my naked chest as his genital slit slides against my cock.
I can feel the heat emanating from his body as the blood rushes from my head to my member, my breathing growing heavier as he stares down at me. It's like he can see right through me as he begins to hump my hips, his internal genitals throbbing as he tries to mount me. A sudden buzz fills my head as I try and take control, slipping my cock inside his cramped cloaca. With my penis pressing against his slowly inflating cock, the sensation of his warm insides enveloping my shaft sends shivers up my spine.
Clearly uncomfortable, the Great Maccao growls as our cocks rub together in the tight and cramped slit, his muscles tensing as he thrusts his hips upwards in an attempt to dislodge me.
Before I know it, his warm penis finishes expanding, popping out of his slit and resting against my hips as it squirms slowly.
With my rod still jammed up his cramped cloaca, he starts to buck his hips again, pinning under the weight of his powerful frame. Guttural grunts emanate from his throat as he repeatedly humps my legs, the scent of his arousal filling the air around us.
As he pumps up and down, his cloacal walls begin to contract, pulling my cock deeper inside as I'm forced to endure the discomfort of his muscular tunnel.
As my penis remains stuck in his slit, his engorged member pulsates and rubs against the skin on my hips,