Raptor Food

Your boat stutters to a halt as you pull up onto the island. Driving it into the sandy beach till you feel it stop. This is it, no turning back now. Everything you've done has culminated down to this very moment. Tracking down an old worker of a supposed island covered in dinosaurs. You had to bribe him handsomely to get him to break his NDA. You spent the rest of your money buying this boat and learning how to drive it. A small island hopper that's not meant to travel across the open sea like you just did. It was a rough trip, but your fantasies led you through the thick of it.

White knuckles grip the helm, seemingly not wanting to let go. Your mind screams at you to turn back, to not throw away everything for some stupid fantasy as if that was even a choice... You're here now, and a return trip to the mainland would be impossible. Not enough gas or food-but you weren't planning on returning anyway.

Loosening your grip, you step away from the helm. Switch the engine off and leave the keys on the dash. Who knows, this boat might come in handy to some poor, stranded soul. You've beached your little island hopper up on the shore, it did a good job getting you here, but now it has served its purpose. The idle horny you've felt the entire trip here now culminates 10-fold as soon as you feel your boat sink into the sandy shore. You step out of the cabin and onto the main deck, admiring the view with a nervous excitement sitting like a pit in your stomach. Guess this is it, you figure. Not wanting to delay this any longer, you ditch your clothes, you won't need them anyway where you're going. No one's going to see you naked here. You drop them on the boat, not even bothering to fold them up. Even leaving behind your shoes. Stripping yourself of any semblance of your old life. You're ready.

Still shuddering just at the thought of what you're about to do. Are you seriously ready to give everything up to fulfill your fantasies? It's a one-way street, and there's no turning back. You're still feeling anxious about this whole thing. And rightfully so. Feeding yourself to a dinosaur doesn't exactly sync up with what your natural instincts tell you. It's entirely what you'd try to avoid normally. There isn't anything good to come out of it, other than to see if your fantasies hold up when they become reality. And even if they don't, you can't turn back either. You'll be reduced to nothing but a pool of sludge and excess fat. 20+ years of life in this world, a successful job, and life... All broken down into the simplest ingredients to further sustain said life, just not your own. And it's that realization, that brewing lust and desire to fulfill your dream. To feel what it's like to become food in its purest form that's led you to this island. You may well be the first person to set foot here in over 20 years. Your journey is built on rumors and nothing more. Taking a deep breath, you walk across your boat and hop over the edge.

The water splashes as you fall into it, rising over your calves in an instant. It's warm and soothing, almost distracting enough for you to ignore the imposing jungle before you. Just across the beach, standing upright in a shroud of dense greenery and trees the island lays in wait. Turning around, you look across the ocean. In the far distance, you see a second island. Though you know that there's more than just the two here. Five in total, but you've been promised this one has what you're looking for. Dinosaurs. Big, hungry, intelligent to the point of sentience, and abandoned for longer than two whole decades. Science experiments have gone wrong.

A few nervous steps forward, you leave your boat and head inland. Stepping onto the beach, then into the jungle. Free from the sun, yet the humidity increases until it's uncomfortably warm. Bugs buzz, the sunlight filters through leaves and branches up above, and the shriek of a distant predator confirms you've not been led astray. It sounds feral and forgotten. Yet distinctly large and reptilian. A dinosaur of you had to guess. It sounds far away, but you've got no doubt there are more hanging around closer to the beach. Probably skirting the outskirts of the jungle in search of tasty morsels such as yourself.