Dream Log 251

Dream Log #251

The fog began to clear from your eyes as you trod forward with each slow pacing step. Left, right, left, right... the rhythmic pacing begins to give way as shadows and gray shift into colors and sound. Metallic steps, hard soled shoes against the floor in a metronome of taps that begin to echo. You begin to see the details mesh past the creeping mist as you step from the blank reality you came from into one of tangibility. A grating, of some kind takes shape before the walls and glass giving you the familiar shape of housing as it slowly takes form. More shapes, signs, each with indecipherable squiggles before the melding patterns slip and dance on the flat surface to become words and pictures. You know these words, they're educational in nature as the setting of the dreamworld becomes that of something finally recognizable. You're in a moderately kept animal sanctuary...no a public zoo.

The zoo itself is filled with wondrous creatures you never thought possible. Insects the size of dinner plates, plants that actively shift and change color as they mimic the shape of eyes, as well as creatures that are also prehistoric. At first, the sensation of wonder is all you can feel as you excitedly rush from exhibit to exhibit, marveling in the mysterious forms that all belong to the natural world. Your eyes, however dart to one particular exhibit. One large pane of glass as if a gigantic portal to another time.

The pen is huge, enormous even, large enough to contain many creatures or perhaps one very large animal. All of which trigger that same childlike state of wanderlust that has captivated you to staying here. The leaves sit inside this gigantic terrarium, primeval and large as their umbrella-like features provide large rings of shade against the soggy ground. A delicate moisture hangs in the air, fogging forward in cool enveloping clouds that rise before seeping to the mossy floor below. Water rushes across a manmade river, lazily rolling forward as the crackling cacophony could be heard even past the glass. It looks like an undisturbed paradise, tucked away from the mechanized and orderly world around it. A simple portcullis to a time of antediluvian origin.

You focus your eyes to try and find what may lie within as the gears in your head turn and turn. What grand creature must be locked away inside such a well-crafted home? You wonder to yourself in your head. The nearby sign grants some insight as to what may be within. Your eyes widen as you see a picture of an outline of some therapod animal, one that existed millions of years before humanity even scraped together it's own dominance of the planet. The sign also displayed a fair amount of warning signals. "STAY AWAY FROM GLASS." "DO NOT FEED." "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, USE EMERGENCY PHONE BELOW." Typical stuff as if to scare away young kids or rowdy teenagers from getting too social in areas that would simply cause the animal stress. Just more typical warning labels you think to yourself before a sudden shift in foliage shakes in your periphery.

Without warning, the shift gives way for a sudden dart of the beast that lie behind it. A pounce forward as the two-legged creature jolts forward in some form of explorative exercise routine. She’s big, much bigger than you and suddenly you feel very thankful that six inches of reinforced glass lie between you and that carnivorous creature. She has to be at least ten feet long, twelve feet now that you see how long the tail is. You can see that what stands before you is near an honest height to your own, if not just a bit more. A tapered midsection give way to the legs and the arms are long enough to act as secondary movement legs if needed. The beast was completely covered in pale, white scales that contrast in a stark and pronounced manner to the foliage in the environment. Along the back, nearly down midway of the tail, are rows of a multitude of long quills like dark backward-facing needles. It almost makes you wonder just how that vicious theropod hid in stealth from you, let alone as it was moving.

You check the wording of the sign yet again, reading over what the creature could be yet all you can see is some scientific name that makes little sense and the words, “Sasha”. A fairly simple name you think, for such a striking creature. As you lie in thought you can’t help but feel you are being watched, turning back to the exhibit it becomes painfully clear the glass is indeed two-way. Golden yellow irises focus you down portraying that intense, predatorial binocular vision from those sunken sockets in her skull-like head. Anticipating her to charge the glass you stand still, taking from that silly movie you watched all those years ago only to see the details of her claws and teeth become more defined as lazy, forward steps bob her raptorian figure towards the glass.

There she stands on the other side, breathing heavily as the bellowing motions of her torso pillow hot puffs of air against the glass. It fogs terribly leaving only that pale, quilled visage behind to stare and gaze intently. Your eyes are locked, you don’t know if it’s fear or something else as your eyes stare deeply into her own. There’s something oddly fulfilling about this creature, being able to see it in the flesh instead of having read about it in stories. A smile creeps across your mouth as you extend a hand towards the glass, right where her nose would have been.

The reaction you receive is startling, surprising even. Not because it scared you, but simply because of how unexpected it was. The fog on the glass, now condensing from the ambient humidity, peels back in a broad streak as the surprisingly tame-appearing animal licks against the glass towards your hand. A slow and gentle motion as a wet streak is left in its wake. She trods forward, bobbing her head slowly with each step as her side pushes against the glass, leaving those nubly looking scales and rough leathery features to be pronounced quite vigorously. “Friendly, aren’t ya?” you whisper just under your breath before something catches your eye.

Behind the pale beast, down near the crux of where that thick tail meets a muscular set of thighs you can’t help but notice a very subtle hint of rose. Like a large blush that rolls from the underside of the tail down into the inner thigh. You nervously look more towards the face before realizing she’s still resting against the side but simply gazing forward, occasionally glancing down towards you with those yellow irises. A primal curiosity begins to swell in your gut as you slowly get down to a knee and see what looks like a concentration of the reddened color focused just under the tail. You’re smart enough to realize where that concentration is focused.

Flush drives up towards your face as the warm sensation causes you to sweat lightly, a surprising rush of heat in contrast to what was once a cold and well-aired room. Without much warning, your heart thumps hard in your chest as it beats like a nervous wardrum. It’s enough to nearly make your ears ring and the sides of your throat pulse and throb. All to see that this feral creature is still standing as it is nearby, occasionally shifting its figure closer to the glass as her healthy, muscular frame squishes the relaxed girth against the glass. Your head pushes into the glass as your internal cadence causes your fingertips to grow immediately cold. You shiver for some reason, the stark cool of the room almost a bitter chill as your legs shake just a bit.

A morbid thought rolls through your mind and you don’t have the willpower to simply fight back against it. You haven’t seen anyone around and the power appears to be on an emergency after-hours appearance from the lack of visual lights. You swallow a hard lump in your throat before moving away from the glass reluctantly and staring down this bestial theropod from behind a damnable barrier. The creature notices before finally stretching away from the glass as coiled muscle moves her lithe, predatory figure. Her tail raises in the turn as you see a full shot just under her hips in that agonizingly slow turn. The rose flush, it was centered around an orifice. One that appeared closed shut from it’s own innate puffiness. Slow steps of the animal walk her in a specific direction as she turns one last time towards the glass before moving forward.

Cursed thoughts roll through your mind, yet at this rate the instinct in your own head vastly outshines rational thought processes. You shift to the side, looking for an “Employees Only” door before finding it, a simple push-door a few paces away from the exhibit. As you sit in the concrete jungle behind the scenes, scaffolding and wiring lie strewn about in organized patterns as you drastically search for one thing. Pen after pen, your walk turns into a jog until that jog turns into a brisk sprint. Heavy footsteps clamour through the hallway as you make your way to your drive, your goal, the only thing that matters in this entire facility. Shivering pants of harsh air roll furiously from your lungs until your throat partially burns and when you see it you shiver with that same cold adrenaline that hit you before.

“PEN 35: SASHA”

You don’t care anymore, something is driving your movements as you reach for the door and find it latched in multiple locations. You unhook each one, hands trembling every now and then as the occasional cut glances across your skin from the old iron mechanisms. WIth heavy scrapes and thuds you lift and pull before pushing at the door and making your way past into the dock of her enclosure. Warning signs, feeding labels, everything, you care for none of those strange words as you finally break your way in and storm into her dimly-lit enclosure.

You step around, feeling the wood chips of cedar and redwood mulch turn into mossy steps. Breathing is partially panicked as you realize the potential punishments for this entry, desperately looking for wherever a camera might be. You see nothing, hear nothing but the sound of simulated bird calls and running water. The fog helps to cool your mouth as you go back to the door, locking it behind you. No turning back now, bridges have been burned.

Cautious steps turn into a confident stride very soon when you see the glass window sitting just feet away from where you are. The place was large, it must have easily been fifty feet across. Of course they have the employee entrance so close to the window, must be for educational demonstrations. Yet a striking thought comes to mind as you realize where exactly she was orientated and where now your path must go.

It feels like an eternity of walking through that simulated rainforest. Leaves brush against your face as the ambient humidity to the air sticks to your skin and drips off onto your clothing. As the light becomes too dark finally you come across what appears to be a small opening. A break in all the trees, rocks and shrubbery as the opening to a shallow den is seen. You can feel your body tense sharply as you see the feral animal lying on her side, legs outstretched forward as her eyes are closed in a subtle nap.

They open immediately as you approach, that third membrane sliding against those aware globes as the yellow focuses on you again. You can hear her hiss out a slow, rumbling sigh as you approach. The sound easily triggering an innate primal fear to the low frequency yet as your eyes trail across her white hide you can’t help but be visually drawn towards the blush that sits just on her backside, now flushing up towards the bottom of her inner thigh. Your shaky breathing holds true as you take one step forward. Nothing. Then another. Still nothing. Then again and again and again until you are standing right in front of this skull-faced monster reptile. The bitter shiver returns, tailing up your spine as you gulp down dry lumps in your throbbing throat.

You look around before getting to your knees, poised just about her legs as you realize the majority of her animalistic size was essentially that thick tail that sprouts from her backside like a tree trunk. You outstretch a palm, focusing your gaze on her as the yellow iris gives way for a slit pupil that widens bit by bit. You hand must be freezing now as you finally plant it against her side, pushing your palm downward into that soft abdomen just under her ribs. The beast’s flesh is supple surprisingly, not unlike handling any other pet reptile you remember. The rugged texture keeps to your hand as her hide lightly rolls from the rubs atop a slowly bellowing breathing motion. A slow rise and fall, rise and fall of that slow, sleepy breathing.

You reach out your other hand, resting now against that large, muscular leg that lies atop the other. Fingertips still cool to the touch from your adrenaline trace against the striped pattern of her rough hide as every small nub and scale tickles against your skin. The sensation is beyond mesmerizing to you now, like a finely kept supple leather textured with the occasional rounded bead. Your eyes finally break from her gaze as you look down to her south. The throbbing sensation in your neck, chest, and head is finally met with another similar sensation.

Inhaling sharply you roll your hand down, tracing towards the blush as the slit pupil suddenly narrows in it’s locked sight of you. Hands quiver as they maneuver their way towards that puffy slit. As your thumb tugs upward partially, the lips under her tail begin to spread. A healthy pink, slippery looking flesh is revealed to the open air as a slow, undulating squeeze of a ring reacts to the sudden sensation of warm air touching the even hotter skin. There is a fine moisture to it as the occasional ‘squeeze’ of that similar rippling mechanism relieves the occasional drip down to the ground.

Your mind goes blank for a half instant and in that microsecond thoughts coalesce into a new goal, a single-minded and primitive goal. You hurriedly strip, exposing yourself to her in your full glory as a large head rears upward to stare you down. You just don’t care anymore, any punishment you feel you would receive would be worth this. She sits, tail tapping to your movements as each muscle in her body appears to tense in a surprisingly submissive manner.

You move to her leg, clutching just under the knee as you pull upward. She moves gracefully with you as your anxious and adrenaline-pumped body cause your jaw to chatter slightly from the chilling shivers that run up your spine and numb your hands and feet. You get down to a low posture, falling to your knees as you straddle the lower thigh that was underneath her. The feral theropod shifts a little, resting her front legs forward just under her chest as a low drone of primeval calls fill your ears with a soothing, accepting symphony. You can’t help but notice just how harshly aroused your own manhood is, throbbing beneath you as if it took to a mind of it’s own. You coil one of her legs around your waistline and hip before shifting closer and closer again. The heat of her body finally soothing that awful, chilling ailment as you can feel a sudden glistening kiss against the tip of your spire.

You clench your jaw as you see that skull-like head of the beast tilt to keep you in sight. Coiled and tangled in her legs you finally lean downward as that kiss of rose becomes a deepening smooch. An immediate, savory warmth undulates upward as you gasp at the slippery suckling sensation that tugs you further. Your breathing stutters as you try to retain control of those excited breaths as you slip down, down, down with one eager hug of your hips against her own. This docked sensation, met only now with another subtle kiss to your second head.

Her bestial droning continues, as if it were some form of raptorian barking in a soft pitch. You can feel the low frequency pierce your body as you lean over her beautiful ivory figure and cling with a hug. Your slightly smaller figure sinks in more than just at the hip as you push your chest to hers and feel those excited bellows ripple into your body. You don’t just push into this enchanting beast as you drive and rut yourself. What little control you have gives way to the anxious, bitter need that fuels the passionate fires that swirl out of control within you. “Nothing else matters now, just push on.” “Cling to her.” “Take her.” Your mind races with heated thoughts as every small motion of your own body is reflected by the larger female. Her poise more relaxed than naught, simply allowing you to flush out your desires as she folds and arches with every greedy strike that you force her to bear. Each successful push met with a squelch of successful entry, a subtle kiss to your tip, and the immediate release of a pulse of sound that joyously rings in your ears.

There was no way you could have lasted long with her relaxed figure welcoming you in. Those forelimbs once rested to the front now loosely coiled around you as you lie tangled at her side. Clawtips rest against your flesh as her upper leg simply bobs lazily with every greedy push. Her body in perfect harmony with yours as you lie in harmony with her and the nature around you. The only thing crossing your mind is how to stay here forever, joining this animal in her exhibit, becoming her life-mate and doing this every single night. The racing thoughts throb in your head, nearly causing a headache until her large tongue lulls out to lap against your forehead. The slippery sensation against your head soothes the growing pain as you open wide and lick back at the smooth muscle. This was your place now, nothing else would ever be needed in your life ever again. Just this enclosure, her, her body, and the sensation you felt now. Nothing else mattered.

Your body stiffens sharply as she pushes into you noticeably. The wet dribblings to your inner thighs finally coaxing out that stored stress lying deep within your core. Everything releases as your soul drives out into this beautiful beast. There is nothing to hide now. You give her everything, everything you have. The multiple, undulating tugs at your pride show she feels the same and in that moment you feel a warmth unlike any other. All the shame of realizing you felt this with something outside your species melts away as you coil in closer to rest with this estranged lover.

Here you rest with her, sitting under the den as the rippling sensation of water flows through the echo of the trees. Your breathing stabilizes as you lean into her. “Sasha…” you finally whisper out as you feel her jaw rest atop your skull from the sideways tangle. Your eyelids are heavy now, you cling to this wonderful being as the world around you is slowly consumed by the fog of the humidifier. A familiar creeping sensation that soon this would end, soon this would be no more. Realization kicks in, a realization of the worst kind as you nestle your head into her throat and tightly embrace at her chest. You feel her claws and limbs cling as well as you mentally beg whatever guiding energy of the cosmos exists to allow you just one more second.

Just one more second with her.