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35 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 9, 2014






I hadn’t seen Oliver, my pet triceratops , in years, but what I remember about him wasn’t great. While my other pets were easy going and free spirited, he was the voice of discipline and reason. A large creature with broad shoulders and a deep, bellowing voice, I eventually become more than a little scared of him, and eventually thankful when he finally moved to the deep south to become a dancer at an all male cabaret. I couldn’t discipline him either, as he had become a billion due to string of impeccably well-placed Super Bowl bets.
“Everything okay?” Oliver’s voice asks from the other end of the line, knocking me back into reality. “Sorry, it’s kinda hard to hold the phone up with my claws.”

"He was always a good-looking dinosaur, but the specks of grey that now dot his scales have added an air of self-assured beastliness. Oliver’s also dressed way been then he ever did when he was my pet, the cutthroat world of male burlesque doing a complete one-eighty on his previously tired fashion sense."
“Tell me I’m a nasty human manslut.” I beg.
Oliver shakes his head in mock disappointment. “What are we going to do with you? Such a nasty little human twink, you need a real dinosaur to show you how to fuck.”
“I’m sorry.” I say, biting my lip coyly.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time you fucking human slutboy.” My triceratops roars. “You’re going to take this dick until you can’t even walk straight.”



"I kept a secret regarding Oliver bottled up deep inside, pushed deep into the darkest corners of my brain and only brought out in my weakest, lustful gay moments."
"You know half the people in here probably think we're on a date, anyway. Some rich old triceratops with a hot piece of human arm candy."
"I know I'm not supposed to think these taboo gay thoughts about my own dinosaur pet."
"He's completely dino-handling me"
"Fuck me right now. I need you in my asshole with that triceratops dick."
"They don't have your massive triceracock."








Dear Chuck Tingle,
I want your babies!
Forever yours,
Britta Nachteule







