-I've noticed there aren't many stories portrayed from the perspective of the Ark creatures themselves and thought to myself, hell why not? Fair warning though, anthropomorphism and personification are prevalent throughout this adventure. But some of you might be wondering, is this about bestiality? Zoophilic behavior? Interspecies? Yeah, just a bit.

The Jungle Rumble and Tumble

Chapter 1: It's thunder and it's lightning

The droplets came first, followed by a gentle drizzle on the greenery and vast untamed land. The muggy temperature accompanying the light rain was no stranger to the outer edges of the great Red Wood forest. The humidity is partly due to the location, since this mound of dirt and tall trees cuts right through the marshlands at the center of the Island.

These parts are some of the more hostile regions this bizarre predator's paradise has to offer. There is an abundancy of ambush favoring carnivores that dwell in the murky waters and dense foliage of the bog. From the fierce leaping Kaprosuchus, to the sluggish and larger Sarcosuchus, crocodilians are the undisputed masters of stealth in these eerily calm waters. Aside from those scaled beasties, any prey items wandering in should be wary of the narcotic venom of Titanaboa and the blinding, debilitating gunk hurled from the little Dilophosaurus.

One could spend all day discussing the dangers of disease ridden leeches or marauding schools of Megapiranha in the waterways, but one predator in particular stands out among the rest.

An Allosaurus therotribus stomps its feet along the soggy sandbanks of some mangroves near the river heading to the southwest. This one is but an adolescent male, not yet able to tussle with the older adults that roam the grasslands of the North. He originated from the dense jungle to the east, stalking the perimeter of the marsh until he wound up in the Red Woods. Unfortunately, at his current height of about 4 meters, a viscous attack from some Purlovia was enough to drive him out of the crimson forest and onto the surrounding beaches of the swamp.

Physically, he is built like any other member of his species and possesses the trademark powerful legs of all theropods. His forelimbs are especially note-worthy as his three-clawed hands are capable of deadly swipes, unlike the mighty Tyrannosaurus. His hide is a simple olive green with a lighter underbelly, but from his prominent eyebrow crests to his tail is a much darker brown. His bright red irises slide around his orange orbs in their sockets that rest above his impressive set of meat ripping incisors.

The muddy water below him ripples as his slender snout waves through the fresh pouring stream, that soon turns into the vast wetland further ahead. Our young Allosaurus has formed an uneasy peace with a herd of some nine or so Triceratops that are also stopping to get their fill of sweet refreshment. Though he poses no threat to such a formidable force of adult, three-horned herbivores like them, he is fully capable of inflicting damage should he decide to recklessly charge them.

But this juvenile carnivore knows better than to mess with a herd at full strength. Besides, his belly is already full from a Parasaurolophus carcass he stumbled upon a while back. He has learned from the scars on his left flank that unnecessary conflict is never the best solution.

As his tongue laps the water into his maw, he finally notices the ominous shadow in the water before him. How long it has been there he has no clue, but that dark silhouette is unmistakable to him from his recent travels. The small Allo quietly and carefully moves back from the water as the shadow begins to stir. His head and eyes turn to follow the lurking black mass as it swims towards the Trike herd some distance at his right. He watches in growing anxiety as the plant-eaters are too rowdy in quenching their thirst to spot the danger approaching.

By the time the adults realize, it is too late. The whining cry of a young female spooks the rest of the four-legged grazers as they step back from the riverbanks edge. There is nothing they can do for the little female as her small form is snagged in the massive, narrow jaws of a hungry Sarcho. The entire incident lasts no more than a measly minute as the only traces of her existence left behind is the red bubbling at the surface. The brown water becomes calm again, as a small portion of it remains with a bloody glow. The Trike herd decides to move on.

Our Allosaurus, who we shall fittingly refer to from now on as little Al, has just been given a lesson in opportunity. The Sarcho chose the young Triceratops because it knew she would put up the least resistance and that the poor youngster was totally unaware of what hit her as opposed to little Al who eventually spotted it. That concept however, is not entirely new to him.

The premise behind his encroachment on unfamiliar territory is just that, opportunity awaits him. It is mating season once more for his kind and his luck with the opposite sex has been notably poor. He has hit puberty early for his age and has already dealt with the harsh rejections of his first season. His second has yielded no fruits either, seeing as he cannot best the big veteran bulls that guard their patches of attractive territory. With no land to call his own, he must rely on the only available chance for a small blossoming juvenile in his position. He must find a wandering female before she becomes enamored with the land of a well-established bull.

That is exactly where is nose is leading him currently. The green Allo crosses a knee-high stretch of lily pad infested water to track a scent he picked up weeks ago. The few rays of sunlight passing through the thick willow trees and mangroves, cascade shadows over his back as he trudges further in.

Judging from her pheromones, she is an older Allosaurus and is currently receptive. Normally he would take care to avoid the adult females of his species due to their heightened aggression and overall larger dimensions. Allosaurus are known cannibals, like many of the Island's carnivores are, a small male like him would be easy pickings should the tables turn.

This is why our plucky emerald wonder is taking a slight detour to hunt down some small fry. After several losses and mishaps, Al finally catches a skittish flying Pteranodon. These air-soaring reptiles will occasionally land for a quick break on solid ground, but today was poor timing for a certain flyer who soon found itself in the serrated teeth of an ambitious meat eater.

The limp body of the bird-like reptile hangs dead by its snapped neck, the Pteranodon swings from side to side as the olive green Allo carries the corpse. The under average male brings the kill to a clearing in the swamp that leads up to a small hill sparingly populated by trees.

The young dinosaur reaches the base of the flat land, drops the fresh meat and bellows up the hill. He waits, darting his eyes from tree to tree in search of movement as the anticipation gnaws at his instinct. A nerve racking feeling in his gut makes him reconsider with a quick take back to the bog, but his chance to flee is gone when he hears the guttural call of the female. From the shade of the tree lining on the hill, at almost 5 and a half meters tall, the fully grown Allosaurus comes slowly thundering down to greet him. We will call this female, Alice.

She flicks her snout to him with a snap of her chops and narrows her vision on the younger Allosaurus that has beckoned her forward. The grassy colored male nudges the Pterry meat to her until the female gives a rumbling hiss that forces him to step back. His eyes scan her over as she lowers her maw to the gift and begins tearing into the still warm flesh.

Al's notion of courting an older female may have seemed more feasible in his mind, for reality is much more intimidating. Her ivory white scales compliment the vibrant orange traveling along her spine and head. She has a faint beige on her underside, with a distinguishing chip on her right crest. Regardless of her appearance, the young male knows that once she finishes gorging on the offering, he better put on a good show or else Alice may end up dining on him next.

But in terms of actual courtship behavior, he has not had much practice due to never winning any bouts against the bigger bulls. His first display of interest in her is less than remarkable, Alice shows her growing vexation by not allowing the young male to circle. For Allosaurus, a key sign of a successful mating dance is the female letting the male stroll around her. By leaving herself vulnerable from behind, her trust and affinity to him increases. In our inexperienced male's case, his folly of the proper head bobs and throaty growls seems to be annoying the female even more so.

Eventually, she has had enough of his foolish behavior and preforms a brief mock charge in the hopes of frightening off the overconfident little male. Our avocado-Allo makes a crucial error in interpreting the female's actions. When a lady says no, she means no.

Not heeding her first warning, she charges again. Too focused on his act, the small male is brought to the ground by the female tossing her muscle around. Alice clamps her mouth around his neck, but her opponent manages to break her hold with a mad lunge forward of his legs. The bleeding male inches back while exposing his own chompers and raised claws as the white carnivore returns his aggression. Little Al turns tail and dashes back to the swamp, leaving a trail of scarlet drops as he escapes.

He decides it would be best to lick his wounds somewhere else, preferably where there are no giant snakes, big bugs and huge crocs lying in wait. The male trots over to a sun-warmed mound of tall grass that is almost a mile from the marshland and the female. To him, this is a major setback, but the need to breed will not allow Al to leave. Fighting a bull in his prime for a young female is out of the question, he will try again once the injuries around his neck heal.

. . .

After six days pass, our young male Allosaurus is back in tip top shape as he chases a Phiomia into a corner. The speckled swine squeals before a flesh shredding row of teeth slice its gullet from the sides. The wheezing pig chokes on its own blood, letting the Allo have his feast. He abandons what little remains to a chirping gang of Compsognathus, the tiny nuisances nip at his feet as he saunters by them.

With his hunger sated, his nostrils lock onto another delectable waft of invigorating female odor. It smells different from Alice, he thinks it could be another female Allo. He homes in on the aroma of the animal in heat and follows his nose to a secluded spot deep in the jungle. In here, the foliage camouflages his movements as he takes graceful steps. On his way there he does notice some trees have been uprooted and the flora at his feet is utterly trampled. Flattened jungle plants is not the usual pattern left behind by his kind or any carnivore with similar swiftness and agility.

Indeed, it is no Allosaurus emitting that scent, but another dinosaur that he has encountered once in the past. He has the element of surprise as the other creature is obliviously munching on some conifers and underbrush. The male Allo hugs the vegetation and keeps note of the wind direction to prevent his own smell from being picked up. Standing ahead just some feet away is a 4-meter high, long-necked adolescent female Diplodocus. She will be known as, Delila.

His first gut feeling on the grey skinned, pot-bellied sauropod is to look around for her group. He has observed that female Diplos never leave the safety of the herd, as it is the males that roam solo due to their larger bulk. But his snout picks up no other members of her species in the area, surely she must have been separated from them somehow. She would make for a reasonably easy catch if Al chooses to hunt her, the amount of fat on the young Diplo would feed him for a week at least. He finds himself halting just as he begins stalking her closer, a gust of wind blowing from Delila freezes him cold.

He gets blasted with a face full of her estrus vapor; the stench is vulgar and quite pungent. The young male recalls now why he made this trek in the first place as a stimulating warmth travels between his muscular thighs. His sack feels unusually heavy as a fleshy pink nub pokes out his sheath's slit. The smell hits his senses again and within seconds it takes immediate effect on his organ. The rosy hue of his member flushes red as the rod protrudes from its fleshy covering and flops free in its entirety. Not yet fully erect, his enormous penis dangles until more blood is pumped into the shaft and it twitches to full mass.

For a young Allosaur, little Al already has the equipment to shame even the largest of his species' adults. He is skeptical of carrying out his body's desire to copulate with whatever hole is giving off that irresistible invitation. Creeping closer to the inattentive Diplo, the slightly shorter carnivore has a good long look at her sex. Delila's fat and meaty cloaca is glistening with moisture as it dribbles fluid down her tree trunk-like hind legs. Judging from how slick and puffy it looks, she must be irritably aroused.

Once he is too close for comfort, the young Diplo wafts the musk from his penis and turns her head back with a slow neck motion. She spots her salivating nemesis and bleats in horror. Delila tries to gallop away, but the confines of the jungle trees and the Allosaurus' speed makes it difficult. Unknown to her pursuer, she is exhausted from a non-stop two-day journey to catch up with her group and has no energy left to fight or flight. Huffing and puffing, she slows her hasty waddling and waits to be gutted by that walking meat-grinder sneaking up on her rear.

Little Al sweeps his tongue over his fangs as the blue eyes of the trembling female Diplo widen. His daggers come so dangerously close to her hind legs, that she gives another cry for help, believing he plans to take her flank first. Al does indeed take her hide, but not with his jaws. His hands rest on her large hindquarters as he bucks his hips to position that red rocket at her wet gulch.

Delila feels the bulbous flare of his tip uppercut her plump lower lips as he tries desperately to get it in. Her eyes glance from his own to that monster he wants to slam into her, the young Diplo makes a whine of protest back to him. His red peepers line up with hers and he roars back with a firm chomp of his maw. She ceases her fidgeting and becomes docile to not incite his anger. She may be a Diplo but her body is still growing much like his, her cloaca has only laid one clutch of eggs in her lifetime. But the male Diplo that rutted her did not have such a rugged and burly looking instrument, the very stench coming from the rigid member makes her mind float.

Al final gets his relief from a female orifice after almost two seasons of blue-balling. His blunt flare punches into her sopping wet hole as the rest of his shaft is driven deep into her. The young male arches his head to the sky, grumbling in pleasure as his girth involuntarily throbs from her silky innards. Her single entree way is unbearably hot, but the squishy insides urge his hips to thrust onwards. Before the adolescent Delila knows it, her ample body is pushed forward by the energetic humping of the Allosaurus.

He abuses her cloaca ruthlessly, ramming into her sex and sending the rest of her body jiggling with each pound. The plump Diplo herself is perplexed by this sudden violation. She is scared of the carnivore for good reason but at the same time, her naughty hole is working hard to milk the seed from that filling hunk of dick meat. He may be the wrong species, but her body has betrayed her and submitted to the huge penis crushing her insides without remorse.

Her instincts that were screaming for Delila to run, now have her legs buckling. She is terrified still by how badly this carnivore wants to fill her with his sperm. He effectively plows her jiggling haunch into the ground as her legs give and she stoops to lie on the grassy jungle floor. This does not slow the determined Al one bit as his cum-filled scrotum shakes ready to unload. His erection expands some few inches more and elicit loud wails from the frightened herbivore.

Delila breathes in short gasps from the mounting male's strong strokes. He embraces her massive rump with a greedy grip as her cloaca spasms wildly around the burning slab of Allosaurus cock defiling her. He growls and rumbles, a surge of viscid, warm carnivore cum explodes from his urethra and saturates her herbivore hole to the brim. The sauropod lays convulsing throughout the duration of his lengthy orgasm. She cringes with every glance back, wanting to shove the Allosaurus off and run to the comfort of the herd's matron. But her oviduct is starving for that creamy goodness and paralyzes her body with brain numbing pleasure.

Our restless Al gets in a few final jabs before his stream of jism turns to shorts spurts. He holds for several minutes inside Delila, waiting for his ragged breath to relax before retracting himself. The well-spent member pops out glazed in white while the hole it came from bubbles with chunky baby-chowder. The relieved Allosaurus male tip-toes next to the panting female long-neck as she eyeballs his armaments with a glint of fear in her eyes. While the worried Diplodocus watches his every move, the haughty juvenile has reached an impasse with the circle of life's order of business.

He understands that she is fair game should his belly desire her flesh, but what if his penis aches for release and demands her other flesh as well? The young male is conflicted as he walks around the resting female, unsure of how to proceed. As for the Diplo herself, Delila knows exactly what she needs to do and that is return to her own kind.

It takes what little strength remains in her legs to lift her several tons of eating machine up. She is at first bewildered like him and does nothing but stare back. He comes near her noggin and sniffs all the way along her neck to behind her thick legs. She kicks up dirt and snorts contemptuously, gently flogging his head with her whip-like tail. Her perpetual fear of this Allosaurus seems to have faded as she blatantly ignores his boastful calls that would surely have an effect on a mate, if she were an Allo herself that is.

His intimate roars go unanswered and leave him feeling rather disappointed as he eyes her full backside sway with each step. Her pounded sex oozes thick strands of his cum, the very image has an oddly tantalizing effect on him. She is just about free of the jungle's sun blocking trees and noisy chirps and buzzes when a certain someone prods her side. That male Allosaurus, no older or taller than she is, keeps pace at her left.

She wobbles onto the grasslands of the south, more confidently than normally thanks to her new companion that patrols her vigilantly. Where the young Diplo would have to check for Carnotaurus and Utahraptor packs even with her group, none of those predators now seem to want anything to do with her. His hostility towards other creatures in general has peaked, the young Allo is brazenly warding off any would-be attackers without any hesitation for his own safety.

This is perfect for the Delila since now she can pick from whichever tasty bed of grass or small tree leaves she wishes to eat without competition from other herbivores or being assaulted from behind. Of course, this is not completely accurate as she soon finds out while foraging. The nearby spike-tailed Stegosaurus and shell-wearing Carbonemys make a slow retreat once they see the strange duo.

Al paces impatiently back and forth around the aloof Diplo as she rips plants with her very thin, triangular pointed-teeth. She hears an odd grumbling from Al and realizes the carnivore's stomach needs some meat. Her muscles tense and her throat becomes dry while the young Allosaurus examines her abundant flesh. He walks up to her right shoulder with his mouth watering and his eyes glued to her leathery skin. Delila releases a low groan, squinting her eyes in worry. She has seen what Al's kind can do to her own, how they shred chunks of flesh and feed off Diplo's until they bleed to death. One of the most agonizing ways to die for any large sauropod, Delila continues her deep whines.

Little Al responds with a pleasant throat rumble, the equivalent of a mammalian purring. The bottom of his lower jaw sits above her shoulder as he vibrates his neck on her hide. She would not recognize this gesture, but it is his kiss, how bonded Allosaurus express their compassion towards a mate. Diplodocus have no such thing, the males are tolerated only during this seasonal event and are then driven away by the herd's matron or eldest female. Little Al ends his affection with another noisy throat song before leaving the company of his round female. Delila watches him jog before breaking into a full-on sprint towards the jungle.

Left alone, the young female Diplo resumes the burden of fattening up to one day reach the daunting size of the grownups. Delila gets some few hours to herself and the inquisitive troublemaker decides to do a bit of exploring. She is no longer in a rush to find her family unit, they might be halfway across the Island by now. The rock-grey Diplo stomps to a different section of the jungle, it is an area whose smells are new to her. She startles some Dimorphodons and aggravates a pair of head-butting Pachycephalosaurus.

A trio of Phorusrhacidae, or "Terror birds" has her nerves on edge, but as they bob their massive beaks closer, she rears on her hind legs and wards them off. Feeling proud of her accomplishment, Delila ventures deeper into the jungle, something the older Diplo's would chastise her for. She is naïve of the risks and ignores the setting sun's warning, the purple-pink sky soon becomes a starry blue.

Unlike what lurks in the jungle at night, Delila is poor in the dark and occasionally leads to her bumping into a tree with every other step. She sees tiny balls of fire zipping in the pitch black, a myriad of clicks and hisses come from them. The diplo feels that perhaps it is time to turn back to the grassy plains, but a sense of dread shoots through her. Which way, is out again?

Delila is now is full panic mode. Having no sense of direction in the dark and the chatter of unknown beasts chasing her, she guns it in. The trotting young sauropod does not care where she goes, she just wants to get out of the jungle. The fiery orbs scurrying behind her seem to burn like the strange walking fire she once saw as a hatchling. Whatever she saw back then, it made even the great matriarch herself uneasy. But this horde of flickering lights do not pursue her for long and one by one they soon vanish.

She is once again tired, hauling her weight for who knows how long through the jungle has brought her to a slow gait. Delila inhales harshly through the nostrils on her head, her lungs and heart work double time so she can catch a breather. She becomes elated when she stumbles upon a hole in the jungle roof where the moonlight shines through clearly and the grassy dirt is actually discernable. Her small head basks in the comfort of the crescent moon as the rest of her body follows shortly. The Diplo female finds herself staring into the black abyss of the jungle ahead, unsure why she feels obliged to face the endless void.

The darkness, it stares back at her?

No, there is something there. Something sinister, something hungry. A spaced pair of golden eyes, brighter and bigger than those she saw earlier, suddenly appear. The other creature's snarling maw comes into view under the moon's embrace, a broad and finely smooth scaled snout. She has seconds to eye the other animal before a flash of white fangs makes her instinctually raise her vulnerable head high above the ground.

The other beast, a clear carnivore, crashes chest first into her own wall of flesh. The unidentified theropod chomps its jaws madly while digging its claws into her forelimbs. She let out a far traveling moan as the blood runs from the gashes on her front. This carnivore is definitely targeting her neck and head, it only backs off to chomp her knees. Delila shouts at the feathered two-legged meat-eater in the vain chance that she can size it up. It actually works, the carnivore is backing off-

The second fiend finally strikes from the shadows, it latches onto her unprepared right forefoot. Delila trumpets in shock as the first one lunges and sinks its teeth into her neck. These monsters, she knows what they are now.

Megalosaurus, the nocturnal tyrant of the Island.

Against two of these night predators, she stands no chance. They are a coordinated pair, a male and female working in unison. The Diplo kicks and stamps her feet in vain, her stamina is slowly failing and the two carnivores are well aware. The female Megalosaurus tries to rear her head to either dislocate the foot in her mouth or even better, topple the weakening sauropod. The male is constantly chomping and scraping her neck in an effort to shatter her windpipe. Any other creature lacking Delila's thick hide would have surely perished by now, but the Megalosaurus are built for holding and crushing bone, not slicing.

The young Diplo manages to crawl a painful few meters with the bombardment of the pair's bites and claw rending the skin from her hide. Delila's body stings all over, she has always feared being eaten alive. The young long-neck staggers as her attackers back up to hiss victoriously at their falling prey. She bends her knees and slumps to the gravel and grass, observing the toothy grins of her killers.

The female places her three-toed foot on the Diplo's big belly while her mate slobbers over the succulent flesh before him. He goes to take a mouthful from the bloodied grey neck when a menacing roar scatters the yellow-eyed Troodons in hiding. From the blackness of the Jungle trees, a young male Allosaurus comes sprinting madly with his head lowered. The chosen female Megalosaurus sneers contemptuously and swipes her hand clean across his muzzle.

Little Al staggers from the blow, shaking his head to steady his vision. He looks up to find just the male overshadowing Delila, but no female Megalosaurus. The juvenile carnivore is swept off his feet by a devastating headbutt from his left, cracking a rib on his way to the dirt.

The pain is great, but bloodlust and adrenaline coarse through his veins. He hauls his pitiful body from the ground and foolishly rushes the smug female. She dodges, grabs his skull in her large chops and directs him to the earth once more. The Megalosaurus meant to catch his neck and end this battle, nothing that cannot be rectified with another try. Al flails and thrashes while the equally sized black-feathered Megalo snaps her jaws at his torso to get at his throat.

She stops abruptly and races to Delila where her mate should be standing. Little Al limps to his feet to see what the new commotion is about and learns another lesson from the Ark. A non-apex predator should never get cocky, there exists a food chain for a reason. The female Megalosaurus jeers and growls in exasperation as she witnesses her mate's writhing body come to a twitching death.

The male's stiff form lays strung out on its back as an adult Allosaurus rises with a meat filled maw. It seems this adult snuck behind the Megalo's back and tore into his esophagus, denying his calls for assistance. The nocturnal hunter had not expected to encounter another Allosaurus in this part of the jungle at night and with her mate dead, she retreats back into the darkness. Little Al shuffles to Delila, relieved to find her breathing. But now he stares nervously at their protector.

It is Alice, the older female from the swamp. The beaten and bruised little male Allo puts himself between Delila and the imminent female Allosaurus coming to inspect the scene. Contrary to what Al might be thinking, she did not come to feed on either of them. Alice has been having trouble with the pair of Megalosaurus pushing her out of her territory and further into the marshlands. Cornering her under the cover of night, she was never able to properly engage them till tonight's scuffle. For that, she is grateful to have rid herself of one of those pests, but now she must see if this little male that tried courting her will prove just as troublesome?

The more diminutive Al bows his head passively and releases a rumble of non-aggression. With a midnight snack waiting for her, she dismisses the young battered male using quick hoots. Al observes her dragging the dead Megalo somewhere into the jungle black and returns to his sauropod. His emotions and instinct clash again, nevertheless he shakes them off to go and lay next to the recovering herbivore. Delila rolls her eyes to meet his own and the two stay like that for almost an hour. They drift into slumber and do not awaken until the morning sun warms the land.

The couple's cuts and cracked bones do heal over time as their relationship too strengthens. Delila now gallops happily, having found and rejoined the herd. The other females are ecstatic to find the small sister alive and well, though they do not share the same sentiments on the young Allosaurus. Delila assures them Al is no threat by rubbing and grinding her smell on his body.

The younger female members take to him quickly, while the older females and the herd's matriarch still cling to the horrific slaughter of the past. However, once they witness how Al transforms Delila into a seed-soaked mess, they reconsider his acceptance into the group.

As the sun travels the noon sky, a tribe of Homo sapiens come across the baffling sight. They see one of the most content herds of Diplo females drinking from a nearby stream, yet this not why they scratch their heads and babble to one another. The real mind-boggling question is why an adolescent male Allosaurus rests among the sauropods, and why a young female Diplo lies serenely next to him.

Endnote: Does this make me a sick freak? I think that's already been established... but in all seriousness, I wanted to write this fic because the Allosaurus is my favorite mount to use and a low-level female Diplodocus was actually my first tame online believe it or not. I originally wanted the herd mating scene to be as graphic as the first between Delila and Al, but I felt the story was at a good climax by the end. I do have a part 2 in the works (which would make this chapter one if it does get posted) and possibly some more if any folks out there actually want a continuation.