Our last story for time travel month! Hope you've enjoyed it!

By FoxFaceStories

Sasha was always fascinated with dinosaurs, but when she touched a buried skeleton imbued with magic essence, she found herself transported back to the time of the dinosaurs, as a highly fertile anthro-dino queen! Looks like history is about to change, now that Sasha is breeding a new race of intelligent dino-people . . .

Dinosaur Queen

Sasha Sauri roared as the urge to push came over her. The mighty dinosaur queen raised her head to the sky, her claws outstretched and her mighty tail raised as once more the pangs of labor hit her.

“The Queen labors!” one of her consorts hissed. “Prepare the way for her next clutch!”

Various servants moved, their scaled forms sinuous and strong, getting ready for this momentous and holy event. Their sharp talons clacked upon the ground of the palace that Sasha Sauri ruled from, and various feathered velocirapti handmaidens shifted closer to their queen, helping her enormous bulk over to the crater-like mound where she was to birth her eggs.

“Hail our queen!” her main attendant Kari cried, a human-like parasaurolophus with a great horn atop her head, perfect for providing great announcements. Much like the rest of the dinopeople here, she appeared to be a mix of human and dino-beast, with slim breasts and broad hips, her waist svelte and her face possessing only a small snout that gave her a great deal of human expression, and an odd beauty as well. “My queen,” she continued, placing a three-fingered hand upon Sasha Sauri’s swollen side. “Are you coping well?”

“As m-much as I c-can!” Sasha groaned, her enormous tail shifting behind her. She leaned forwards, bracing her hands upon the ground, lowering herself down. Her massive breasts pressed against the ground, but this was no time for dignity, and the civilisation of dino-people didn’t place much emphasis on such concepts anyway. She was the queen not because she was the most elegant, but because she was the most powerful and the most fertile. “Ohhhh, this is a b-big clutch, Kari! Sometimes I w-wish it was not s-so!”

“You mean, back when you were from another time? A small being of flesh?”

“P-pretty much! Nghhh!”

She pushed, straining in her labor, and the first egg began to descend. Kari continued to rub her scaled side, comforting the dino-queen as her holy clutch began to emerge from her lower lips, the first one falling into her clutch with a wet thud.

“I cannot imagine wanting to be such a weak future creature, my queen. Not when you are so mighty, and so able to ensure our civilisation will never fall, thanks to your mighty knowledge!”

Sasha chuckled under her breath, only to squeeze her eyes shut. Two of her male consorts, both allosauri men, gripped her arms and helped her a little more upright, in order to give her massive scaled belly more space. They would be almost equal to her size, if she were not, naturally, a tyrannosauri regina - the tyrant queen of the anthro-lizards.

“I g-guess that’s n-not too bad! Mhmmm!”

She pushed out another egg, which spread her lower lips wide and caused a ripple of agony to cascade through her lower half. Her tail whipped around and smashed some priceless object, no doubt, but her people would not mind. She was fulfilling a holy purpose, after all, and she had already taught them so much.

Sasha grunted. Her large breasts were seeping milk, reminding her once again of the sheer ridiculousness of a huge anthro-lizard person having milk-producing mammaries. She squeezed one, grateful that her arms, though possessing just three-fingers with sharp talons, were at least not like an actual Tyrannosaurus Rex’s, which were stumpy and without a thumb, completely useless. She massaged her soft boobs, letting the flesh overflow her small palms. It brought her some meagre pleasure as her labor carried on. She was never more aware of how maternal and fertile she was than at these moments, with her utterly bombshell anthro-figure: her wide lifebearing hips and enormous ballooned stomach, full with dozens of softball-sized fertilised eggs. Her thighs helped keep such a body sturdy, and yet they too were delectably thick and quite shapely, before leading down to clawed feet. Her shoulders retained a feminine slimness despite her impressive eight-foot tall stature, and her face was like that of the other dino-people; extended into a snout, but not so much that she lost her humanity. Her face was still full of expression, even if her jaw pointed forwards and her teeth were all very, very sharp. She even still had hair, of a sort, though it was a wild tropical plumage of feathers that extended down her neck, over her spine, and across the top of her powerful tail. She was half-human, half-dinosaur, and all woman. 

All mother.

“RAAAAAAARRGGHHH!!!”

With a mighty roar, yet another egg descended. It plopped free of her wet tunnel, joining the others, and her attendants shifted them to the side. “Th-thank you!” she said, her instincts very protective of her young. “I knew I sh-shouldn’t have overdone it with the m-mating! GRARRGHH!”

Several dino-person servants backed up a little, intimidated by their powerful queen’s roars. She couldn’t blame them; she was taller, vaster, and yet inescapably beautiful in her new form, despite how nonhuman it was. Perhaps because of how nonhuman it was. She clutched her naked breasts and scraped her tongue across the teeth of her lower jaw, enjoying the small pause in the birthing, though she knew more eggs were coming.

“I’m sure, my Queen, that your divine body can bear it!” Pragath replied, a stegasauri attendant with the most gorgeously painted plates down her back. “And perhaps there will be more stegosauri this time, if I may be so bold.”

“You are t-too bold!” she grunted, the labour pains returning, and the need to push.

“My sincere apologies, my queen.”

Again, another roar. Sasha had done this so many times that she knew she should have been used to it, and yet every three months when her fertile belly became overwhelmed with eggs and she finally had to lay her large clutch, she was reminded of how completely alien her life now was, and how absurd it was that she had accidentally become some kind of deeply curvaceous and endlessly fertile anthro-dinosaur queen. With another gasp, a new egg required pushing.

“Couldn’t r-resist all that m-mating. Felt t-too good after teaching you about a-aqueducts and w-water management. After instructing you to b-build deep shelters for the coming F-Fall! Ughh!”

“Would it help you if I regaled you with the Hallowed Tale of your Blessed Arrival, my Dino-Queen?” Kari asked.

“Please do!” Sasha Sauri groaned. “Your queen demands it, please!”

Kari cleared her throat, and thanks to her parasaurolophus-like nature, the horn that swept rather elegantly up from the beautiful woman’s nose and behind her head blared the story louder.

“Once, our great Queen Sasha Sauri was not one of the dino-folk at all! Lo, she was of a strange and fragile species known as the Hu-Monns! Beings of flesh without scale, hair but not feathers, and who lacked sharp claws and teeth alike. But they were - or would be - brilliant builders, with minds and powers exceeding our own! Where we were destined to die in the Great Fall, they were destined to rise to the stars!

“Such would have been the tale of time to come, were it not for Queen Sasha Sauri, then simply Sasha. She knew of our existence, or at least those of the lower dinosaur forms. She sought out the displays of us, and went further, digging deep into the Earth and discovering our culture. There, she found the magic of our Oathstone, the very jewel that sits upon her throne now, and was placed into the bones of our greatest shamans in their final years - final years that are yet to come!

“Sasha was flung backwards through time immeasurable, the magic of those jewel-encrusted remains fulfilling their intent: to grant us a great Queen to save our ailing numbers! To produce eggs for all dino-kind, be they eaters of meat or eaters of the leaf! To rule us wisely and teach us how to avoid the Great Fall! 

“And now, she is here, our glorious queen! Once each season, she labours to bring forth entire clutches of our kind - all of our kinds - and in doing so blesses us and heals us. It is through her that we know of the Great Fall and the work with the shamans that must be done! It is through Queen Sasha Sauri that the understanding of what we now call ‘science’ has evolved, expanding our numbers greatly, and building a true civilisation! Each day we are thankful that Sasha Sauri has been elevated to her esteemed status! May her immortal body and womb always fill with eggs in abundance! May her breasts flow with the sweet milk that suckles our young and heals their injuries! May her wisdom never cease, and her intelligent mind bring us further to a grand destiny, so that the Hu-Monn’s future shall instead be our own! Praise be to Queen Sasha Sauri, mother and savior to us all!”

The palace broke into a great cheer, and Sasha couldn’t help but find a great relief in it. Hearing it told with such grandiosity really sold home just how much she was changing history. She knew, in a sad way, that now humanity’s future was effectively aborted, with her being the only creature in existence that would ever truly know of it. Her position in this timeloop was the one secure thing about it, but otherwise, the future had irrevocably changed. She could save them from the Great Fall that was the mighty asteroid fall, she knew it. Already, they had relocated to a safer location and begun the process of building a truly sustainable civilisation. Of course, she had also succumbed to her powerful breeding instincts as well. She’d allowed (even ordered!) herself to be mated by stegosauri, diplodici, velocerapti, triceratopi, and every other dino-person under the sun. The experiences were exquisite, but the results were obvious: her womb churned with eggs from numerous suitors, to be sorted and allocated after they hatched, and had been given some time to suckle from her holy milk.

“Praise be! This clutch is her greatest yet!” Kari cried.

Such words brought Sasha back to reality. With one last mighty roar - the roar of a true Tyrannosauri Queen - she pushed out the last of her eggs. Panting, the naked and full-figured beauty rose back up to a fully bipedal stance, turning carefully to observe her mighty clutch. There were well over two dozen eggs present, each different in colour and shape and pattern.

“My Queen, you are amazing,” Kari whispered, stroking her scaled side. “I believe one of those is a parasaurolophi egg. You bring great honour to my people.”

Sasha Sauri slowly caught her breast. An attendant was already wiping away the slime and juices from her entrance, and another helped her rest back down on her open-backed throne, allowing her tail to sway comfortably behind her.

“Another one done,” she declared. “At least for three months.”

“Do you tire, my Queen?” Kari asked.

“I do,” Sasha answered, still panting. “I just need some privacy. You can stay.”

The rest left, leaving only her best handmaiden and closest confidant. Already, Sasha could feel just the first teensiest signs of desire. A fertile need that would grow in the coming days. No doubt before three nights had passed, her fully recovered body would be summoning her many, many consorts once again. But at least she would have time to get outside, see the gorgeous skies that were free of light pollution, and observe the incredible volcanoes and plains upon the distant horizon.

“Do you . . . do you ever regret your new life, my Queen, if I may be so bold?”

Sasha finally caught her breath, her body relieved and no longer so swollen. She looked at Kari and smiled slightly, a smile without threatening teeth.

“Kari, I will tell this only to you. This life, even after three years, is still so alien and strange to me. I never imagined my  life would be this. That I would have scales, and feathers, and - and that I would be so big and have a tail. Or that I would be regularly bred, and all to lay enormous eggs at that! And yet . . . I don’t know that I would have it any other way, Kari. I was always fascinated by dinosaurs. I always wanted to meet them. It made me deeply sad that they were rendered extinct. And now that I’m one of you, I promise to do my part, for all my immortal years to come, to put dinosaurs and dino-people back on top.”

“That is most rewarding to know, my Queen.”

Suddenly, Sasha’s stomach rumbled. Birthing could be rather exhausting. She needed rest, food, and perhaps a nice massage from the thick tails of the anklyosauri people. She smiled again at Kari, her friend and servant.

“Besides,” she said, adopting a bit of haughtiness that a glorious and curvaceous T-Rex queen should always have, “I do find myself enjoying the pleasures of this life, Kari.”

“Do you wish for a selection of meats and a massage, my lady?”

“And a good, hot spring water set for me. The most volcanic one, please.”

“It shall be done, my Queen.”

Kari bowed and left this area of the palace. For now, it was really just a fort. One day, it would be a crowning jewel of civilisation. Sasha Sauri relaxed upon her throne, keen to enjoy the pleasures of being a queen. Her eyes roamed over to her eggs, however, and a strong sense of pride washed over her.

“There’s no way I’m letting any of you go extinct,” she declared.

And now, thanks to her immortal fertility and wise governance, they never would. The dino-queen smiled further.

“We’re back.”

The End