[b][u][center]Cucking the Speciesist For Bloodgod245 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Alex sat on the far side of the bedroom, just letting herself gloat for a moment or two as she looked at the married couple of T-rexes on the other side. The woman, Serris, sat on the bed in front of her. She didn’t seem to have any awareness of what was going on around her, just an awareness of the swollen belly she had. An idle hand kept moving up and down along the curve of her stomach, either soothing it or reminding herself that it was there. Either way, it didn’t matter. The male, Corin, was sat on a plastic chair near the bed, his hands bound to the arms of it by nothing more than Alex’s will. He struggled here and there, and unlike the female, he seemed more than aware of her. He was positively glaring, growling around a non-existent gag that she’d made him believe that he had in his mouth. [i]Not that it matters. It’s as real as his mind thinks it is.[/i] After experimenting with her powers, she’d found that her mental abilities were good for more than just thought-reading and memory erasure, more than simple control, even. She could make reality shift for people, make them believe whatever she wanted over time. If she wanted to, she could make Corin believe that he was a woman, that he was pregnant, that he [i]was[/i] his wife and that the woman in front of him was nothing more than an imposter trying to steal his kid. Not that she wanted to do that, but she could. The hybrid smirked to herself, walking over to the bound male. The triceratops-t-rex hybrid looked down at him, lifting her own skirt and showing off her cock. “You know, you’ve been dicking me and the other prey over all year,” she said, giving her shaft a good stroke. “I don’t think you have to be told that we didn’t appreciate it.” He glared silently at her until she smacked him with her cock. His head whipped around, his cheek already bruising when he looked back at her. “Well, since you seem to think dicking us all over is completely fine, I'm going to return the favor. Hope you like to see people dicking your wife.” “Mmmmph!” “And don’t worry. Everyone will get to see it by the end of the day.” Alex reached for the camera that she’d set up on a tripod by the bound T-rex. He screamed silently against the gag that only he thought existed while Alex turned back to the bed. Serris had been her target for the last month, ever since Corin had graded her and every other herbivore in the class unfairly on the last test. It was a well-known fact that he had a bias against anyone that didn’t eat meat, but it was getting out of hand. He’d intentionally failed all of them, just because of that. Well, no more of that. The hybrid grabbed the other woman by the shoulder, giving her a squeeze, and then whispered a simple phrase. “Love the leaf.” Suddenly, Serris moaned, shivering, flopping back on the bed. Her eyes opened, looking up, staring at Alex. The hybrid smirked as the other woman blushed, looking away for a moment. “What...what are you doing here? Are you looking for...my husband?” “No, I’m looking for you. Love the leaf.” The naked woman gasped, her belly bouncing as she arched her back, her pussy juicing against the bed. It might as well have been a firehose spraying, because the room was suddenly saturated with pussy juice, with the strong pheromones of a woman deep in lust with someone else. That was all part of the plan. Alex had been cultivating that phrase, that need for weeks. She’d gone around, whispering the words to the woman every time that Serris had come to visit Corin at the school, giving the other woman a blast of need for herbivores, a lust for the ‘lower’ species that her husband couldn’t help with. The fact that Corin hadn’t been doing nearly well enough in bed, according to what Alex had been able to pick out of the T-rex’s head, only added to the whole delicious situation. It hadn’t taken nearly as long to turn Serris into a slutty, needy girl for anyone that ate plants. And even less time to get her obsessed with the hybrid. Alex slipped between the other woman’s legs, rubbing her dick up and down that slippery, scaly pussy. It was so hot for her, waiting for her to take charge. She grinned, lowering her hips a bit. “Your husband is gonna come home to see you all messy, dear. Love the leaf.” “Mmmph!” Another clench, another small squirt. “Oh, I don’t care anymore...I need you...I need you to fuck me, leaf-eater…” “You want my cock?” “I want your cock...I want it, need it, need your cum…” “You want it more than your husband?” “So much more…” “Mmm.” Alex leaned forward, letting the tip of her cock pass by those soaked lips. The predator beneath her gasped, her eyes going wide, and Alex rested her belly on top of the swollen bump that was the T-rex’s pregnancy. She lingered there, so much of her cock still sticking out of the woman’s slit. [i]Heh, I wonder if I can end their pregnancy with my cock…[/i] She’d become crueller in the past months, cruel enough to think of that and be turned on by it. It was something that she wouldn’t regret if it happened, at the very least. As the woman moaned, whimpering beneath her, the hybrid turned to her professor again. He glared at her, staring at her with all the hatred in the world. His cheeks burned at the humiliation that she’d leveled on him, his eyes wide with rage… And his cock was hard, as she had made it so. A little nudge of her tail turned the camera to take in the forced erection, further lowering the predators being recorded. Oh, her anti-pred group would love this little show, she knew. They would want to see more, to see the evidence of preds being nothing more than the arrogant sluts that they really were. She pulled back, the soft pop of her cock leaving the female’s pussy filling the room. Serris whimpered, shaking her head. “Please, please, don’t pull out.” “What about your husband?” “Fuck my husband.” “Heh...I thought you wanted me to fuck you...Love the leaf.” The T-rex female came at the phrase that time, her entire body shaking. There was a moment when she tensed up so bad that Alex half-worried about the egg being expelled, but there was no worry about that. It stayed where it was, still safely in the other woman’s womb. When Serris was calm enough to speak again, she looked up, panting, shaking her head rapidly. “Fuck my husband. Don’t let him have me again. I want you. I need you.” “Only me?” “Only you.” “Heh, then...take it.” Alex took her time sliding in, making sure that the mind-zonked female could feel every inch, and probably a few more that weren’t there. She made sure to get it all in, all the way to the hilt, and smirked at the belly-bulge that her cock created. She hated the fact that her teacher had an egg in this woman. The male didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve it in the slightest… But now that she thought about it… [i]Could I take it from them?[/i] She’d been able to fuck with reality well enough so far...maybe there was something about her genetics that might be able to overwrite the heritage of the parents. And the egg was still weak, not fully formed. A little bit more injection of genetics might do something more interesting… Alex started to thrust in, moving a bit faster, a bit harder as she started fucking the other woman. Serris started screaming in pleasure right off the bat, of course, gasping and thrusting her hips upwards to be fucked that much harder. The hybrid gave her everything that she wanted, speeding up, lifting the other woman’s legs, turning the pred so that her pussy, her cock-stuffed pussy, was facing right towards the camera. In and out, in and out she went, her massive prick pushing deep inside of the other woman and filling her to the brim. Every time that she slid in, she felt the soft, smooth curve of the egg against the underside of her cock, felt it against her, almost like it was part of this, too. [i]Mmmph...not yours…[/i] She growled deep in her throat as she rutted the woman, turning her head to glare at the husband. His cheeks were hotter than ever, obviously unbelieving of what he was seeing, and he no longer looked quite so angry. He looked...subdued. Humiliated. Broken. [i]Well, he’s about to be more broken.[/i] In and out, in and out, she went, each thrust reminding her of the egg, each one reminding her of the need to take it, to shape it, to turn it. In and out, in and out, wet pussy juice flowing hot and fast around her cock, dripping off her balls. She could feel herself oozing all over the egg in those depths, and Serris was screaming in her seventh orgasm. “Breed me, breed me!” the T-rex screamed. And Alex did. It was a simple, powerful orgasm, one that flooded the other woman inside and out. Her own cock was pushed free of that slippery pussy, spurting the remains of her load over the bed and along Serris’s legs. But more… Alex could feel something, a connection between her mind and something else. Not a person, not yet, but… She could feel the egg...and she could feel it changing. [i]Mine,[/i] she thought, smirking as she got up, grabbing the camera and turning it off. [i]All mine.[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]