*The Story So Far: On an alternate Earth populated by human-dinosaur hybrids, a young human archaeologist travels with two merchant cousin raptor girls. A nasty storm forces them to take shelter in a tent, where they’re forced to strip so their soaked clothes can dry by the fire.*
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The identical girls quickly degenerated into a game of slap-ass, trying to land a blow on the other while avoiding being spanked themselves. The human retreated a few feet to allow them more room, trying to remain stone-faced even when faced with two naked females slithering over each other.
Pirollo glanced at Tuscan and suddenly stopped her play. She beckoned Jirollo close and whispered in her ear ridge. Jirollo peeked over and giggled.
It took their guest a few heartbeats to catch on that he was sporting an erection. He blushed deeply and quickly covered himself with his arms.
“Soooo, Tuscan,” Pirollo drawled, half-slitting her large dark eyes. “You’ve spent a few days with us. Do you think you can tell us apart?”
The human blinked, confused a bit by the sudden conversational shift. “I, uh, think so.”