Dinos Are A Girl's Best Friend (Book 1 of "50 Scales of Grey") - Dinosaur Erotica

By Pornelope

Shanna had been sent back 66 million years by the CenCon scientists to prospect for immense raw diamonds...but she finds more than she ever expected when she rescues a baby T-Rex and names it Timmy. Who could have guessed that dinosaurs were telepathic...and when Timmy grows up, he wants a whole lot more from her than just a platonic friendship!

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Timmy’s skin was twitching rhythmically. Concerned, Shanna levered herself up on one elbow, then gasped. A long, smooth mass was rising from his cloaca. She’d always known that Rexes possessed sexual organs, but she’d never expected to see one up-close!

Fascinated, she leaned closer to examine it. More and more kept appearing, until it was jutting up nearly five feet above his body. The musky scent that emanated from it was oddly pleasant.

Bumps suddenly appeared on its length in random spots, and grew until they were several inches long. She jerked back, then realized what she was seeing. Male dogs had barbs on their organs to hold the female in place until mating was finished; Rexes must have the same kind of barbs on theirs. They weren’t sharp or spiky, but she was sure they’d do an excellent job. Compensation for their spindly little forearms, she decided.

Timmy was shaking all over now, and rumbling deep in his throat. Anxiously she reached out telepathically, and sensed his baffled arousal through their intimate emotional link.

This is what you feel, he moaned as the T-Rex mating ritual’s pace increased, and the distant stamping became more forceful. Shanna, I’m afraid! Help me, please!

How could she possibly help him? It wasn’t like she could pretend to be a female dinosaur!

Sensations were cascading through her too fiercely to combat...and they were enhanced, she realized, by the frenzied activity in the adjoining valley. Four different pairs of Rexes were energetically mating, and the force of their spiraling ecstasy was echoing in her reeling brain like Chinese gongs...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005409227

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Book 1 of 50 Scales of Grey

Dinos Are A Girl’s Best Friend

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 @ Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Tyrannosaurus Rex was one of the largest, most vicious dinosaurs of all time. All the archaeology and history books said so.

Well, the scientists could say whatever they wanted…but Shanna knew for a fact that they’d gotten it all wrong.

Oh, sure, Rexes definitely stood over twenty feet high and nearly forty feet long, with teeth like scimitars and an ungainly carriage that was immensely strong, but not built for speed or maneuverability.

But that was where solid archaeological knowledge ended, and fiercely-guarded theories took over.

Everyone had assumed that the massive lizards were cold-blooded and reptilian, covered with thick scaly hides to protect them from other predators. Stupid, too, and far too solitary to live or hunt in packs. They’d scavenged carcasses when they couldn’t kill live prey, and had ruled primeval earth like vengeful gods with personalities that rivaled the crankiest crocodile with a fang-ache.

The reality was, their upper bodies were layered with unbelievably plush multicolored fur…and the skin on their bellies was so velvety-soft that they were sought out by swarms of tiny heat-seeking mammals every single night. They hated it, and watching a T-Rex stagger to its enormous feet and shake off hundreds of chittering squirrels and field mice was hilarious.

But Shanna didn’t dare laugh aloud…because there was one other thing the scientists never could have predicted.

They were also telepathic.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. The research lab that had paid handsomely to transport her into the distant past had miscalculated rather dramatically. She should have gone about 3.3 billion years back. Instead, they’d only sent her 66 million years…give or take a few thousand.

She’d stepped into the glowing transmat device armed with everything from nuclear-powered prospecting tools to a virtually indestructible protective suit that could extract pure oxygen from the most hostile environment. She’d been loaded with several months’ worth of food, water, and enough survival supplies to outfit an entire lunar base.

She’d expected to enter a world where volcanos spewed fiery lava (and hopefully several trillion credits’ worth of raw diamonds) into the smoky air with every frequent eruption. They were so desperately needed for interstellar research that every nation on earth had joined together to finance this incredibly expensive trip; the cost was nothing compared to the gain if her mission was successful.

Instead, she’d materialized in a