"Hoskins!? How can you be working with Lockwood!?" Owen Grady exclaimed. Behind him was the "daughter" of the Lockwood family patriarch, Maisie Lockwood.
The burly man laughed from the balcony opposite the duo. The dim lighting in the manor and the full moon shining through the skylights turned the already imposing figure into something demonic. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he said with a smirk.
"I saw you drown in the Mosasaur Lagoon!" Blue screeched. Her claws clicked against the wooden floor.
Hoskins sighed. It was a sigh akin to one from a teacher explaining something to a particularly slow student. "Why do you think I was appointed head of security of the park?"
Owen opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything, Hoskins interrupted him.
"I'll give you a hint."
Owen barely got a reply out of his mouth when he found himself slumped against a wrecked display case. He spat out some blood as he looked up to see Hoskins leering at him. Even more disturbing was how he saw Blue leaping at the man...and then getting swatted aside.
The terrifying realization dawned upon him: Hoskins was as much a genetically engineered living weapon as the Indominus was. "Frankenstein's Monster or not," Owen said as he dusted himself off and pushed himself to his feet. "It's two against one and I've got Blue on my side."
"Perhaps you should look more closely."
Owen and Blue shared a horrified look. That distinct, growling voice belonged to only one creature.
What looked like an unholy mash up of the Indominus with a black raptor slithered out of the shadowy hallway behind Maisie. "That look on your faces was priceless!"
With lightning quickness, he snatched Maisie up.
"Let go of me!" Maisie flailed against the large theropod's unbreakable grip.
"Since you asked so nicely..." The Indoraptor tossed the screaming girl like a football to Hoskins, who caught her and vaulted over the railing. Footsteps indicated that Hoskins had already fled. The Indoraptor then smiled at the two.
"Now then, shall we play a game? Winner gets Maisie. Loser gets fed to...Guy Fieri!? Who the fuck tampered with my prompter!?"
Blue and Owen all cracked up with laughter.
"Cut!"
The otherwise quiet set was soon abuzz with activity. Stagehands and camera operators of all species were milling over the set and preparing it for the next take. A pair of Troodon and a Human were busy cleaning up the destroyed prop display case. “Hoskins” climbed back up the stairs, undid the wirework harness he wore and returned the “Maisie” mannequin to its proper location. Thanks to high-sensitivity cameras, the movie set was not drowned in light but dimly lit to accurately reflect the setting. The full moon and clear skies of coastal Florida shone through the set’s skylight.
A dour black haired man rubbed his forehead from his position in the director’s chair. He sighed and held up the megaphone. “All right, break time then! Let’s try to get this shot done tonight!”
The “Indoraptor” sighed in relief. “Finally,” he said as two stagehands approached him and began to gently take off the exoskeleton/costume he wore. “I’ve been sitting in my loaded diaper for the past six hours…and I think I just added to it.”
“Eww! TMI!” one of the stagehands said as he gently helped remove the headpiece of the costume, revealing a Utahraptor with glossy black plumage. The costumed raptor shook his head and gently removed the bracers and gauntlets that served to make his own arms look like that of the Indoraptor. The two gently helped the Utahraptor take off the remaining part of his costume.
His floral patterned cloth diaper, now free from the confines of the costume, visibly sagged with the results of him being on set for the past six hours. “Ugh,” the other stagehand said, waving a hand to try and fan away the stench.
“Hmph.” The Utahraptor left his costume for the stagehands to pick up and air out as he headed to his trailer to change into some fresh padding.
***
“Blue” meanwhile, didn’t have much in the way of a costume. Since Mesozoicans were added to the Jurassic Park canon not just as the dinosaurs but as fully fledged guests and employees, some changes had to be made in the reboots. Namely changing the relationship between Owen and Raptor Squad from trainer and animal to something more akin to commander and soldier.
Luckily, her costume was simply a bright green horse blanket with coverings for her head, neck, arms, tail and legs. The appropriate coloring would be added in post-production. She carefully took off the costume, revealing a dull-brown Deinonychus with white spots on her plumage. Miraculously, her bright green cloth diaper was clean. She swished her tail and squirmed a bit as she ran off to use the toilet.
A Compy stagehand chittered and shook his head. “Ah, Kkthtuoa, the Mesozoican who’s too good to use her padding like the rest of us.”
“Shut up.” A Human adjusting some lighting glared at the diapered Compy.
***
Kkthtuoa’s diaper was lowered around one of her legs as she crouched down, lifted her tail and emptied herself into the toilet. For Mesozoicans, the toilet consisted of a trough in the floor. She gently cleaned her cloaca and put her diaper back on. She unlocked the stall door and headed back out into the Florida night.
The night was warm and humid and sound of the waves echoed through the air. Maybe she could unwind with some nightlife.
And she found it in the form of numerous people walking on the boardwalk. Campfires lit up the beach as people enjoyed the seaside air. Kkthtuoa strolled along the still crowded boardwalks as people bought assorted snacks and baubles from the stores that lined the path. Hotels and bars indicated the popularity of this area with tourists. It was then that that Deinonychus found what she was looking for: The Black Margate, a bar popular with locals and tourists alike.
The Dein chittered softly as she saw a Troodon, feathers shrunken in embarrassment, standing at a beach entrance nearby. An unpleasant odor wafted up from the Mesozoican and when Kkthtuoa looked more closely, she saw that the Troodon was wearing a seashell patterned disposable diaper that was thoroughly bloated with dinosaur urine and feces. The unfortunate Mesozoican was holding a placard that outlined exactly what he had done wrong: I was a dirty diaper dino and I left my poopy diaper on the beach for someone else to clean up. Judging from the sand that covered his padding, it looked like he had been forced to wear the diaper that he had discarded on the beach.
Adding further to the poor dinosaur's humiliation, some of the people left fresh diapers and changing supplies at the Troodon's feet, knowing that he wouldn't be allowed to change into a fresh diaper until his sentence was served.
***
The Black Margate was alive with activity as revelers soaked in the Floridian night. Kkthtuoa entered and stood at the bar. She took a menu from the stack and cracked it open. As fitting the name, much of the food was from the sea. A clink was heard as a Velociraptor gently carried over the glass of water over to her as he walked along a little runway behind the countertop. The Dein suppressed a smile; the little dinosaur was so cute with the little apron covering the citrus-printed plastic pants he wore over his diaper. She reminded herself that the Velociraptor was an adult and took a sip of the water before she embarrassed herself.
A little bit of liquid leaked out from her cloaca but she didn’t mind, seeing as she was wearing a diaper. The Dein cracked open a menu and looked over it. She called over a waiter and asked what the special was.
“Fresh white margate from local waters. Raw or lightly grilled with rosemary and lemon for those with a penchant for cooked food,” the Human waiter replied.
Kkthtuoa held a clawed finger to her chin. “The cooked special,” she said as she took a sip of the water.
“Coming right up.” The waiter entered the order on his tablet and went back to serving the others.
She sipped at her water as a Human bartender passed by her. Kkthtuoa shot a glance at the man’s hip and noticed a beautiful leather sheath with a wave motif. The knife inside was equally ornate with a polished steel handle made to look like a piece of coral. Apparently, in areas with large Mesozoican populations, Humans in those areas often openly carried knives in imitation of the sapient raptors. Indeed, some Mesozoicans — like Kkthtuoa — encouraged it, seeing it as a way to try and integrate the two cultures. No one minded, seeing as Mesozoican claws and teeth were as dangerous as any Human-made knife.
A somewhat lecherous thought ran through the Dein’s head: could she eventually encourage Humans in those areas to start openly wearing and using diapers like the Mesozoicans? She chittered in amusement at the mental images conjured up.
The scent of her food arriving distracted her from any further lewd thoughts. A stack of napkins was also provided for her. The Deinonychus licked her teeth at the scents that wafted up from the food. She sniffed at it and gently poked it with her claw, releasing a burst of fresh juice. Saliva pooling in her mouth, she snapped off the fish’s head and popped it in her mouth. Kkthtuoa licked the juice that dribbled out of her mouth as she savored the contrast between the crunchiness of the bones and tender juiciness of the fish’s smooth flesh. She could practically taste the ocean spray in her dish as light citrus and herb notes of the rosemary and lemon danced in the air.
She heard whispers as the patrons of the Black Margate inevitably recognized her and took pictures. The Deinonychus paid them no attention as she ate her meal.
A sudden poking sensation at her rump made her flinch and what was worse was that from the pressure, she could tell it was either a Compy or a Velociraptor. She swiveled around and craned her neck, finding nothing. Except a blue feathered Velociraptor running away and melting into the crowd.
Kkthtuoa felt just a little unclean as she realized the deviant Mesozoican had been covertly sniffing her diaper. As she continued eating, she debated whether to burn the diaper she was wearing or if the transgression wasn’t severe enough to merit such a drastic measure.
Shrugging, she resumed eating her meal. The background chatter blended into indistinct white noise as she resumed her meal. Kkthtuoa finished the last bit of the margate and rumbled in contentment.
“Check please,” she said as she sipped some water. She felt a familiar warmth in her diaper but not wanting to completely use her diaper, she clenched her cloacal sphincter tight. The Deinonychus looked at her glass of water and then at her bright green cloth diaper. She pushed the glass of water away and watched as a man and a woman, both with knives sheathed at their hip gently ushered their very drunk Austroraptor friend out of the bar. She and several other patrons watched as the intoxicated theropod paused near the entrance and their tail lifted. Urine cascaded down the large raptor’s legs as the overfull diaper utterly failed to contain the flood.
She chittered softly as she heard the man apologize for their friend’s diaper leaking. Both Humans gently pushed the large raptor to get them moving out of the bar. The smell of Mesozoican urine began to permeate the bar.
Kkthtuoa sighed as her bill arrived. She paid with a credit card and left a tip for the bartender.
The Deinonychus exited the bar and walked onto the warm Florida evening. A bonfire burned on a beach as a group of what appeared to be college students gathered around it and had several drinks. She swished her tail as she began to regret not using the bathroom at the Black Margate.
Hopefully, she’d be able to stop and use the bathroom before the next scenes were shot.
***
The set of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom was abuzz with activity as camera operators, stagehands and assorted crew were preparing to wrap up tonight’s shoot.
“Let’s get this done tonight people!” The director looked over the set. He scowled as there was no sign of the Deinonychus. “Where’s Kkthtuoa!?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Dein walked onto the set. Without her costume. A man tossed her the bright green outfit which she quickly donned.
“Finally! Okay, places everyone!”
Kkthtuoa took her position at the top of the stairs alongside “Owen Grady” and “Hoskins”. Her tail swished as she desperately tried to keep herself from using her padding. Already, she was starting to regret drinking so much water
“And action!”
The Dein tried to get into her role as Blue…but the heavy fullness in her gut made it difficult. Her tail flicked against the railing.
"Hoskins!? How can you be working with Lockwood!?" Owen Grady exclaimed. Behind him cowered Maisie Lockwood.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hoskins said with a smirk. He casually leaned against the railing.
“But I saw you fall in the Mosasaurus Lagoon!” Blue shouted.
“Cut!” The director rubbed his nose. “Kkthtuoa, your line is ‘I saw you drown in the Mosasaur Lagoon!’. Let’s try that again! And action!"
The next several takes were absolute torture for the Dein. It was either “not passionate enough” or “too hysterical” for the director.
The tenth take pushed the director to his breaking point. Kkthtuoa’s tail swished back and forth like a metronome as she danced about in place with her legs crossed tightly.
“Damn it! Kkthtuoa!” the director snapped as she ruined the tenth take. “Stop wriggling! What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“I have to use the bathroom!” the Dein whined.
The director sighed. “You may not leave to use the bathroom! If you have to go that badly, use your diaper so I can this shot done tonight! Let’s try again.”
Kkthtuoa growled softly as she struggled to keep her cloacal sphincter closed. Already, she had dribbled quite a bit of urine into her diaper. To make matters worse, she could feel the remains of her meal starting to exit her cloaca.
“And action!”
The Dein took her place and awaited her cue. She watched as “Owen” began to argue with “Hoskins”. As she tried to get in her role as Blue, a spreading warmth around her cloaca indicated that Kkthtuoa had started urinating in her diaper. Seeing as it was pointless to stop, the Dein relaxed and hot fluid gushed out from her cloaca as she audibly drenched her diaper. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out as the ache in her gut subsided and her nethers were cradled in the warm padding. Thanks to the high tech fibers her diaper was made out of, the wetness was quickly wicked away, leaving behind a pleasant, slightly damp warmth between her legs.
The Dein was too engrossed at the wonderful feeling of relieving herself after several hours of holding it in that she didn’t even care that she had peed in a diaper in front of practically the entire crew, who were now watching in a stunned mix of horror and fascination.
The ache in her belly returned and her body reacted purely on instinct. Her tail lifted and the barest push quickly filled her diaper with warm, smelly mush. Kkthtuoa rumbled in pleasure as the ache in her stomach faded and was replaced with satisfying emptiness.
Another push and the Dein was completely empty. Without the weight in her belly, she felt so much more awake. Her mind was sharp and she was ready to take on the set. Her muzzle wrinkled as the odor of her full diaper wafted up to her muzzle; the sticky mass inside her padding and the weight hanging off her rump was a reminder of what she had done.
The director threw up his hands and got off his chair. “Fuck it! We’re done for tonight all because Kkthtuoa practically got off on loading her diaper on camera!”
The Dein’s feathers shrunk in as she realized her self-indulgent display of relief was caught on camera. She sniffled slightly and ran off to her trailer.
The Compy stagehand from before smirked. “Ah, the spoiled Dein finally uses her diaper. Wanna bet that video of her filling her Pampers will end up on the web in a few days…or maybe a few hours?”
The rest of the crew scowled at the little Mesozoican who quickly backpedaled, saying that he was just joking.
“Owen Grady” watched as the rest of the crew began packing up the equipment. Already, some of the lights in the set were being powered down. He looked at the rest of the actors and staff. “You know, someone should go see if she’s okay.”
The Utahraptor shook his head. “She’ll need some time alone today.”
***
The Dein stripped off her bright green horse blanket, hood and tail covering and threw them in the corner of her trailer. She sat down on her bed and started to sob softly, not even caring the action had just smeared the contents of her messy diaper against her rump.
She picked up a tissue and wiped her eyes. The words of the director and the Compy stagehand hung around her like the stench emanating from her full diaper. Kkthtuoa curled up and began to stroke her feathery tail as she tried to forget about the cruel words.
It was a plainly infantile display, much like a Human sucking on their thumb but she found it oddly comforting. The Deinonychus rumbled softly with each stroke as her worries gradually faded away. After several minutes, the once warm diaper became uncomfortably cold and sticky and the odor of her mess was starting to become overpowering.
Kkthtuoa got up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom to change into a fresh diaper. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a dull brown Deinonychus with a well-used cloth diaper dangling between her legs. She touched the pale scars that ran from her neck to the left side of her mouth. The Dein looked at the golden claw statue sitting on a shelf next to her bed. Memories of her first acting role — as “Clever Girl” from Jurassic Park — came back to her. At the time, she was just a mere stagehand but by a stroke of luck, the main actress playing her had opted to work on another movie. As “Clever Girl” didn’t have any lines in that movie, Kkthtuoa was chosen simply because she was a rather muscular Deinonychus — and because the scars on the left side of her face made her look even scarier than the average Mesozoican.
The Dein sighed. She had received an award for “Outstanding Mesozoican Actor” for the role and found her ticket into showbiz but at the same time, it seemed like a reward for her childhood.
A childhood she wished to forget.
Another tissue was taken from the box and dabbed at her eyes.
Her mother, Ko’athi, was (and likely still is, Kkthtuoa thought) an ardent speciesist who was absolutely enamored of the doctrine of Mesozoic Dominion, a fringe philosophy that preached the extinction of Humanity and the rise of a pan-global Mesozoican Empire.
And had terrible parenting skills. Sure, Kkthtuoa was fed and kept safe but she was never shown affection. All the fledgling Dein got was endless preaching about Mesozoic Dominion. That and she was often left to sit in her messy diapers for hours on end in an attempt to get her to stop soiling herself.
But Ko’athi’s “successful” attempt at curing her own incontinence by bribing an unscrupulous veterinarian to inject the Greenfield Cure blinded her to the fact that incontinence is as much a part of a Mesozoican as are sharp teeth, claws and feathers.
Kkthtuoa chuckled and shook her head. It was a cold, bitter laugh. She recalled the last time she saw her mother. Sure, she was continent, diaper-free and perfectly capable of using a toilet but it was clear that she had significant neurological problems. Not only did she have visible tremors, her gait was unusual — each movement she made to walk, she had to pause for a second and then continue, pause, continue and so on; the effect was similar to watching a stop-motion film being made. The worst part was her mood swings; the elder Deinonychus could go from laughing at someone’s joke to screaming at them in mere seconds and for no apparent reason at all.
She touched her scars again. It had years since she had gotten it but the deep, white lines stood out against her dark grey skin. Another memory came back.
This time, she was young Mesozoican fresh out of high school in Mesozoica. At the time, there weren’t as many Human residents as there are now. She cringed as she realized that in her teenage years, she had wholeheartedly eaten her mother’s message of hate.
***
A younger Kkthtuoa was walking on the streets of Mesozoica. Back then, very few Humans were to be found in Mesozoica. And of those Humans, many were Greenfield employees or government workers. While tourism wasn’t banned, it wasn’t exactly encouraged. Even so, many Mesozoicans were quick to court the rare tourists in an attempt to make themselves more known to the outside world. Despite the presence of soldiers — ostensibly to protect the Mesozoicans from Human extremists — and protesters outside the city, many of the tourists there enjoyed the Mesozoican crafts.
And that was where she found the Humans — or rather the Human, a young man.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Get out from my neighborhood!"
The man nearly dropped his carved stone necklace in shock. He raised his hands. "It’s cool. I’m leaving."
"Good." Emboldened by the man's capitulation, she continued on her way. She was able to smell the scent of food and alcohol as she continued towards the commercial district.
It was, as usual busy, with Mesozoicans enjoying the cool night air. A few Humans were present but they appeared to be keeping to themselves. Kkthtuoa snorted; while she would have preferred them to be gone, at least they weren’t mingling with the locals.
And as if the universe was mocking her, that was exactly what she saw: a female Troodon and a male Human exiting from The Drunken Raptor, her favorite bar. A low growl emanated from her throat as she saw the Troodon lick the man on the cheek and the man reciprocate with a kiss on her snout.
Rage overtook her and she approached the duo. "Stick to your own kind, Human," she growled. Her toe-claws clicked menacingly against the ground. "Your mammal stink is not tolerated among us Mesozoicans."
"I can eat in the same places as you guys can." The man crossed his arms as he stood in place. It was the image of defiance but Kkthtuoa could smell the fear emanating from him.
"Hey! Leave my mate alone!" The diapered Troodon whirled around, placing herself between the man and the Deinonychus.
"Your 'mate'? You should be ashamed of yourself, having relations with such a creature."
The Troodon growled softly. "He is not a 'creature', he's my mate. Now fuck off!"
"Whatever you say, Crossbreeder."
The man rolled his eyes and gently took the Troodon's hand in his own. "Come on, Trkthalli. Let's leave this nut to herself."
"No, she cannot be allowed to insult us like this!" Trkthalli growled and snaked her head at Kkthtuoa. The gathered crowd began to back away, seeing as a violent confrontation was imminent.
The Deinonychus growled and clacked her teeth together. Her toe-claws clicked in a lethal cadence as she circled Trkthalli.
The man backed away. His heart raced as he realized that if his girlfriend lost, he might be the next target of the speciesist Deinonychus. And that was a fight he was almost certain to lose. His fingers caressed the wooden handle of the knife he had bought a few days ago. It was a Mesozoican made knife known as the tssk'tharl (the term was from Greenfield Genetics's attempt to make a conlang for the Mesozoicans but most of them were content to use English. Still, terms from the conlang remained in use for Mesozoican art and culture).
But at the same time, he didn't want to run away and leave Trkthalli at the mercy of the larger raptor. He drew the knife, its curved blade with the signature whorls of Mesozoican art gleaming in the moonlight like the claw of a robotic raptor. Indeed, the knife was modeled on the toe claws of the Mesozoicans.
The handle seemed to mold around the man's hand as brandished it. "Hey! Back off!"
But Kkthtuoa ignored him. She lunged at Trkthalli, bowling the smaller raptor over and pinning her down with one foot. The Troodon aimed several wild slashes with her hands that did nothing except tear away the larger raptor’s diaper, releasing the scent of stale Mesozoican urine into the night air. A piercing shriek rent the night air as the Deinonychus's jaw got hold of Trkthalli's chest. The metallic odor of blood stung the Human's nostrils.
The man's heart leapt into his throat; all fear left behind, he charged forward, knife in hand. He leapt atop the larger raptor. Struggling not to drop the knife, he slashed at the nearest target.
Which happened to be her face.
It was over in a quick flash. Kkthtuoa ignored the mouthful of feathers she had gotten and the gashes on her muzzle. But the tssk'tharl sliced deeply, going through her tough skin and feathers as if it were air.
A burning line stretched across her muzzle and blood dripped into her eyes. As the blood dripped into her eyes, she let loose an utterly inhuman scream — a horrific, ear-shredding noise that could be described as a mix between the cry of a Red Tailed Hawk, microphone feedback and the shriek of a train at full speed braking.
She clutched her hand to the deep wound on her muzzle and staggered back.
Trkthalli got up. Her diaper sagged and swayed between her legs. "Thanks," she said.
The man looked over the Troodon. Blood marred the feathers on her arms and she had a bald patch on her chest where the Dein had ripped out some of her feathers. "You're bleeding," he said as he gently took her arm.
Trkthalli shook her head. "It's not my blood." She sniffed the air. The iron scent of blood hung thick and heavy in the air, overpowering the ammoniacal scent of Mesozoican urine wafting up from Kkthtuoa’s shredded diaper lying on the pavement.
The man looked at the larger raptor staggering about as she tried to wipe the blood from her eyes. A few Humans tried to help her but she waved them off. Part of him wanted to help her but at the same time, he felt that she deserved it for attacking his girlfriend. He sighed. “Let’s go home.”
Trkthalli bobbed her head. “Yeah.” She clicked her teeth in the Mesozoican equivalent of biting one’s lip in nervousness or embarrassment. “I think I made a mess in my diaper,” she whispered to him with a giggle.
“All right, I’ll change your stinky butt when we get home.” The man kissed her on the muzzle as she took his hand in her own and the duo started walking home.
***
Kkthtuoa sighed as she stripped off her diaper, emptied the mess into the toilet and sprayed it clean before she tossed it into the hamper. The Dein padded over to her shower and turned it on. She rumbled as the warm water washed away the smelly mess clinging to her rump. A firm scrub with a soapy cloth removed any remaining droppings. She shook herself dry, causing her feathers to fluff out. The Deinonychus toweled herself off and brushed her feathers back into place.
She then opened her diaper closet and looked inside. Stacks of the bright green cloth diapers filled the shelves. On the bottom were packs of claw-patterned Cretaceous Comforts disposable diapers for when she was out and about. Bending down, she moved some of the cloth diapers aside and reached into the back. What came out was a white all-in-one cloth diaper with a very girlish unicorn print. She nuzzled the soft cloth and inhaled the fresh scent of clean cloth.
The Deinonychus got on her changing mat and proceeded to diaper herself. A liberal application of ointment and powder helped prevent any rashes or odors. The cloth diaper was a bit bulkier than her usual padding seeing as it was for overnight use. But other than that, it was fastened with velcro like a standard disposable diaper.
She curled up in her nest-bed, rumbling in pleasure at the soft bulk between her legs. Kkthtuoa reached behind the nightstand and pulled out a small plastic bag. She opened it and pulled out was clearly a pacifier, albeit an oversized one that was pink and decorated with flowers.
The Dein placed the pacifier in her mouth and began gently nibbling on it. She had originally tried suckling on it the mammal way but her anatomy didn't allow such an action. Instead, she settled for gently nibbling on it the way a hatchling would gnaw on items. The action helped relax her and she rumbled softly. Her tail found itself in her hands and she began stroking the soft feathers.
Soon, she drifted off to sleep, her mouth open in the "Mesozoican smile" and dreaming of a childhood where she had a normal mother. Someday, maybe she'd find someone who could be that mother.
