At the moment Brendon crossed into the open field his muscles suddenly tensed in uncanny readiness and his nostrils flared.
(( We hungry, friend Brendon,)) his primitive mind suddenly announced. (( Brendon hunt. Brendon kill. Brendon eat. ))
Indeed, the deinonychus blinked once and snapped his head in the direction of the scent. A lone brown rabbit was silhouetted on a hill in the middle of the field, but for Brendon, he could see the thermal outline of the animal clearly. The continuing growth and sophistication of his primal self was startling.
( Who are you? ) Brendon quizzed his other mind.
(( What you call dinosaur. Part of Brendon brains. Old brain. Deep inside. Was sleeping. ))
Brendon eyed the rabbit carefully and was too curious to focus. ( Are you my R-Complex? ) the teen asked.
(( What that? )) The primitive mind responded. (( What are complex mean? ))
Brendon tried to project the anatomy picture from science to his dino side. It pinged a sense of recognition at the image. (( Yes!! That me! That Brendon! That us! We together one animal! Brothers!! Kin!! ))
( My God,) Brendon realized, eyes wide as he momentarily stopped tracking the unaware rabbit. ( The change really did break my mind in two! )
(( No! )) The dino brain insisted. (( Make us better! Wake me up! ))
( Fair enough. ) Brendon smiled at the edges of his tight saurian lips. ( Teach me how to hunt. )
(( Follow. )) The R-Complex whispered. (( Fast. Chase. Hunt. Kill. Eat. I help us. ))
The raptor’s jaws positively began salivating at the prospect of snapping up the rabbit. He wanted to taste the warm flesh as he rended it. He couldn’t wait for the feel of warm blood running down his jaws and chin. The thought... felt right. To both of them. Brendon had given up his humanity by force and now he was this dinosaur. Best to embrace it. Best to enjoy it. He couldn’t think like a human anymore.
He kicked up the dirt in the clearing and pushed forward. The rabbit turned to regard the noise and bolted down the hill. The raptor widened his gait and opened up his legs. All the while, a harmonious exchange happened between the human mind and the dinosaur mind. The dinosaur told Brendon how to move his body. How to pump his legs, how to lean into his run, how to hold his tail tight and low. Brendon tracked the rabbit for them, his vision and his human intellect working together with terrifying precision. In mere seconds they were upon the helpless mammal.
As the rabbit tried desperately to escape, the deinonychus pounced, lowering his jaws, a foot slamming down on the creature’s back, claws grasping its rump. The dinosaur opened his jaws, snapped them down, and he felt the satisfying crunch of his serrated teeth slicing into the rabbit’s skin. The creature let out an awful death rattle, a scream, as Brendon clamped down his powerful jaws and snapped its neck with a wild shaking of his snout. Blood dripped freely across his tongue and teeth. The raptor felt an exhilarating almost orgasmic release.
The rest was pure instinct, as Brendon allowed his wonderful new friend to take control. The primitive mind dropped the limp rabbit, put a hand down to grip the corpse, and tore strips of flesh and fur off with their jaws. They gulped together hungrily, Brendon in a strange state of disconnection from his own body, almost foggy, as he let the other self devour the poor bunny and strip it down to the bone. Organs, tissues, everything, it all sloshed down his gullet and it tasted INCREDIBLE.
Soon enough, there was little but a decimated carcass remaining. Sated, the primitive mind happily allowed Brendon to retake the controls.
( Oh, that tasted fucking delicious! ) The human mind gasped. ( I never imagined I could feel so fucking good! )
(( Mmm, yes! )) The dinosaur agreed. (( Mammal flesh plenty tasty. Warm. Fresh. Good eats! ))
After a few minutes more at the kill site, the deinonychus processed the experience and was startled to find he had loved it.
(( Where we go now? Find mate? )) The dinosaur asked, somewhat confused, trying to understand the notion of Brendon’s ‘girlfriend’.
Brendon closed his eyes, smiled, and in his euphoric post-hunting state he projected his girlfriend’s face, her bombshell body, he let the dinosaur brain feel them fucking. The R-Complex experienced the act of love making as a human.
(( Yes! YES! )) The R-Complex gasped. (( I want feel that! I want sex with pretty human!! ))
( Excellent. ) Brendon nodded, smiling wider, feeling his dicks start to protrude again. ( You’re going to love her, buddy, and nobody is going to stop us. Let’s go find her! )
(( Yes! You lead me, I follow! ))