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16% in: “A gust of cool air encompassed me as I entered the lobby which was made entirely of white marble.” Wouldn't that be slippery for those with claws as feet? Also, the security guards are raptors – makes sense.
21% in: The billionaire dinosaur wears a navy blue suit but no shoes.
32% in: “On the cover of GQ he was holding up a glass of scotch in his right claw.” No girly drinks for this alpha reptile. Bird. Whatever.
38% in: “'John. It's me Oliver. I need you to come to the roof in five. Don't bring anything with you.' He said, hanging up right after.” The plot thickens!!! Is the roof where The Gaying happens???
43% in: John gets into Oliver's private helicopter, heading to his beach house. DON'T DO IT, JOHN!!! Also, the helicopter pilot is a pterodactyl – why can't they just ride the pterodactyl???
52% in: “[H]is deep voice was turning me on so much as he leaned closer to me. I had never been with a man before, let alone a male dinosaur!” I think we all know where this is heading.
55% in: “'How about I give you a tour of the place?'...'This is stunning!' I said...'I agree' Oliver said while staring at me...My breath began to quicken as he stepped closer, pulling me towards him with his claws. He reached around me and tore off my clothing, leaving me in just my briefs.” Shit, Oliver does NOT mess around.
60% in: “I knew now why my boss had taken me to his beach house.” Always ten steps behind. That's SO John, amirite?
62% in: Wow, dinosaurs are rapey.
64% in: No. NO. NOOOOOOOOO. Seriously, there is NO WAY that would work.
68% in: EW-EW-EW-EW-EW-EW, etc.
73% in: I need a shower. On the inside.
75% in: “I knew exactly what he was doing. He had hated humans all along, humiliating and embarrassing them one by one.” Oh, John. You poor, stupid, STUPID bastard.
77% in: “I began devising a plan, though, one day I would do to Mr. Anderson what he had done to me.” Considering what you both did from 55% through 73%, I think it's probably okay to call him Oliver from now on. “I needed revenge. To Be Continued...” Yeah, I'll pass.....
80% - 95% in: According to the appendices, “Hunter Fox” has also written:
Forced Gay by Aliens
Tentacles Made Me Gay
Forced Gay by the School Mascot
Yetti Forced Me Gay
Sphinx Turned Me Gay
Turned Gay by an Orc
T-Rex Forced Me Gay
Brachiosaurus Made Me Gay
Cyclops Forced Me Gay
Gay Cyclops GangBang
Turned Gay by Dinosaurs: Three Book Collection
FINAL THOUHTS: Okay, so this...was John “forced gay” by the dinosaur? I mean, there was most definitely some dubcon and he was at least bi-curious and interspecies-curious, but does one encounter with a same-sex dinosaur “force” a guy to identify as gay from then on? Based on his oeuvre, I'm thinking that possibly the author came from a fundamentalist background causing some VERY confused feelings – and more than a little misinformation – about homosexuality.
Slipping their fingertips beneath its rotting wooden frame, which was once painted a bright gold but has fallen victim over the centuries to countless termite mouths, they will pull the painting up and find behind it the metal door of a safe. They've known it was there; oh yes, they'd come many nights to the portrait to peek behind it and wonder what lay within the safe, always thinking I knew nothing of their nighttime excursions out of bed, though I watched their fruitless efforts with the same calculating and emotionless eyes of a doctor experimenting upon a cage of mice.
With shaking hands, they will slide the key into the keyhole, and the lock will click open, and they will pull open the door of the safe as it creaks upon its rusted hinges.
Years of curiosity, of wonder, of anger, of frustration, of hatred, of denial will come to a head as they look inside, seeking the answers to so many questions that have burned within their very souls for so long. But inside of the safe there are only papers. Papers once crisp and white, like my own body, now wrinkled and yellowed and foul smelling. Papers with fading ink... but with a message nonetheless.
My grandchildren will grasp frantically at the the papers, hearts pounding like a war drum against their rib cages as they struggle with one another to see who will be the first to read the words upon the page. Then, as they all sidle in close to one another, they will discover at last what was behind the unicorn portrait for all those years, what Grandmother hid from them, what she finally allows them to see.
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