Diablo is awoken by a particularly violent convulsion from beneath the stretched-out arch of his long digitigrade rex foot and he blinks awake with a snuffling grunt. After a moment's suspicious rumbling, he lifts his head above the crimson mass of his flank and peers through the pitch darkness at the cause of his premature waking. Tonight it was his turn to pin down Ahastar's lower half and that was always the most active part; the raptor's hind limbs and tail poke out from under the stretched-out length of his large scaly talon, still twitching slightly in a helpless, enticing manner. Feeling it only prudent for his rousal to lead to arousal, Diablo looks over at his mate, under whom Ahastar was joint-pinned down for the night, and he stretches over to nuzzle her awake. There was no question about it - Ahastar would just have to be trampled, even if it was still dark.

Torasshka snorts softly, dreams of trampling Ahastar interrupted by a slow nosing under her chin. Her eyes open, the large tyrannosaurus slowly wakening, feeling gently coming back to her limbs. The first thing she notices, of course, is the raptor pinned under both of her hind feet. She growls in pleasure, curling and splaying her toes to feel all along the length of the white theropod's face and upper body. Looking down upon the body slowly struggling under her, she gives a snort down at it as she looks across to her mate. Affection overcomes her as she nuzzles back playfully at him, rumbling at the red tyrannosaur who has the other half of the little raptor pinned under his feet. Rumbling in satisfaction at the sight, she begins to rise, carefully keeping her feet planted solidly on the deinonychus' face and chest.

Ahastar knows it is probably not a good idea to wake any of the two rexes so generously squashing the wit and features out of his body even during the night, but the raptor finds himself at the sore need of something a few living creatures require: oxygen. With even both of Torasshka's merciless hind paws crushing his entire upper body, the raptor doesn't precisely have an easy time to soak any of it into his burning lungs, given that she squishes shut both his nostrils and his mouth under her careless tread, but surprisingly enough Diablo's paw smothering all of Ahastar's lower body into the chilling rock proves to be equally destructive to the deinonychus' desire for a rhythmical breathing. Not only does the immense pressure it inflicts squeeze up all his belly guts to further compress his already flattened lungs, it also simply fucking hurts! Finally, both from having his lungs feels as if they would be filled with molten fire and simply for having his entire entity shoved full with more Trex padsole than any raptor could handle, Ahastar's tension relieves in a hefty, eruptive cramp and push! And thus also wakes up his two tyrannosaurian captors. Soon enough, the air is filled with the sound that makes every deinonychus whimper out in trample terror: Purring theropods! The heavy, bass-laden rumble of the two immense creatures shakes fear into Ahastar's flesh, but that one quickly gets tamed-to make room for feeling even more pain. *crrrrunnchhh*! The first, steamrolling push of the green rex lets the raptor's heart miss a beat from sudden pressure, then Torasshka begins to rise! It feels as if a hydraulic trash compactor would begin to ascend upon the half demon, and his face and chest sound and feel and buuuulge the part beneath the two hefty tyrannosaur padsoles, too!

Diablo rises alongside his mate, standing up with his single hind paw still planted on top of Ahastar. The considerable heat of Ahastar's body saves the raptor from total anihilation under the rising rexes, it having somewhat warmed and softened the great tough pads that coat their soles. Still, Diablo is pleased to hear the muffled staccato of cracks and crunches that pierce out from under the planted rex feet and he keeps his foot upon the lower body of the raptor while he yawns and stretches his neck. As always, Ahastar had regenerated during the night, drawn himself back together and regrown into a raptor from the messy puddle of liquified organs and strewn innards that the two tyrannosaurs had reduced him to the previous evening; it evokes a deep pleasured growl from the male rex to feel the fresh ripe form of the raptor under his thick pads and he allows the sensation to linger for a few long seconds before slowly lifting his great talon and peeling the raptor from its hot black sole, braced down under Torasshka's own paws.

Torasshka lets out a deep rumble as she crouches down, burying what remains uncovered of Ahastar's body under the rest of her broad feet. She looks carefully at Diablo's foot, purrrrring loudly as she sees the white raptor's lower body peeling of slowly from the black pad. The green tyrannosaurus feels her body heating up, beginning to thaw out now that she is awake. Slowly, she takes her right foot off of the deinonychus' face, leaning down once more to observe the head and muzzle of their toy slowly peeling from her black pads. Nodding in satisfaction, she rises up to her full height and looks across affectionately at her mate. Leaning in, she pushes her muzzle under his chin and thrums contentedly. Her right foot comes to rest right besides the white raptor's head, toes fully splayed, broad ballpad flattening down upon the ground. The gigantic hunter looks across to her crimson companion, growling a query about what should happen next.

Ahastar only has control over one single handpaw-the other one being crackingly pinned down beneath one green heel of the female rex-yet that one appendage sure waves and jolts and grasps through the air, confusing the risen moon with what the raptor could probably look for? Maybe some sort of help to aid him with the sick pressure inflicted by the two royal reptiles, both of them once again proving that they are cruel masters of compression? Perhaps for the vain hope that they will not, can not possibly feel the desire to trample all over him already AGAIN? Probably for a way to tell them that the thick, three toed footprints covering him from nose to tailtip even after his regeneration during the night would really like to heal out of his flesh first before even more are stomped into his quivering body? All likely explanations for that rapid, finger-clenching moving of the deinonychus, but.. most likely it is simply a helpless physical reaction to way, way too much pressure! After all even the rocky ground beneath the two Mesozoic monstrosities is loudly aaaaaching under the immense weight it has to suffer, made even worse by the compression-rising technique both the Trex mates use to fully stand up. Besides that waving arm there is only a madly shivering tail held up high in the air and two aimlessly kicking raptor legs to see of Ahastar. The rest is buried beneath no less than three tyrannic clawfeet. To make up for it, the raptor's misery is very much audible though. His skeleton crrrrrrunches, his flesh squeezes and his mouth and groin splatter loudly at the expulsion of various fluids. "Ahhhh! AGHHHHHH!" Ahastar is probably the most surprised that he can suddenly screech out again, Torasshka having lifted her foot and indifferently shaking off the raptor's face like a stomped out gum. When the male rex follows her lead, the deinonychus has a damn hard time not utterly coating Diablo's red sole with a hefty dose of pressed out raptor seed right at the beginning of what will probably be another long day-or night-beneath these beasts' lengthy warpath! As if to prove his terror correct, a hefty, green clawfoot BOOOOMS into Ahastar's field of vision. Lo and behold.. it alone is way larger than his head manages to reach. Even if it wouldn't have been stood upon by a rearing she-rex.

Diablo rubs the underside of his chin and throat over his mate's head and the back of her neck, returning affection with affection now his hind paws are free of raptor. After the two vast predators have exchanged their waking-up pleasantries, Diablo dips his head to look down at Ahastar, sprawled twenty feet below and moaning softly under the heavy weight of the female rex. With neat, controlled movements, the male rex positions one hulking hind paw between the legs of the half-demon and strokes his middle toe pad over Ahastar's cloaca and tailbase, pressing experimentally a few times before pushing his big black claw between the lips of the raptor's sexual orifice and slowly inserting his long thick rex toe into the screeching half-demon. With a little splaying and manipulation of his huge red talon, the big scaly toe slides in up to its mid knuckle, spreading Ahastar's hind legs wide apart and bulging his belly from the inside, and with Ahastar thus skewered, the red rex lifts his paw slightly, pulling the raptor up with it until he is bent almost at ninety degrees upward from where Torasshka's huge green foot pins down his upper half. Diablo nudges his mate in the flank for her to release their mutual trample toy, then simply walks out of the cave, Ahastar impaled securely and helplessly upon his middle toe and flailing in shocked distress.

Torasshka lets out a deep thrum of pleasure as she sees the black claw beginning to sink in between her toy's legs. Her noise of satisfaction increases the further the crimson, scale-clad digit sinks, and when it reaches the middle knuckle she lets out a small roar of triumph for her mate. She rumbles in alarm as she sees the raptor's body nearing destruction and hastily lifts her foot, the white theropod peeling quickly off of her pad. Letting out a humored snort as she sees Diablo beginning to walk off with the deinonychus still impaled, she follows him out. Her steps rumble heavily in the Jurrassic air as she pads after her red companion into the night air. Outside, the moon is bright, and she sniffs appreciatively at the smells of the dark time, unfamiliar and new to her senses. The air is cleaner, and puts her in a light and contented mood as she slowly follows the other tyrannosaur out. Their footsteps rumble, an unfamiliar and normally unheard noise penetrating the night.

Ahastar, in all that shock of pressure, completely forgot that he is still lacking what actually caused him his newfound misery: Oxygen! There still appears to be non in his lungs. No wonder, for said lungs don't appear to currently employ a third dimension. Briefly being able to forget the doom-promising clawfoot in front of his eyes as well as the disturbingly affectionate sounds of scales rasping over scales far higher than the raptor could hope to reach, the hapless little creature still caught beneath the she-rex' other green foot rapidly bends forwards and grasps both his shaky little hands around the hefty bony ankle of the beast! The paw doesn't move an inch though, no matter how desperately Ahastar trashes and pushes, fearing that his ribcage has to bend in and collapse any moment now! In this curled up position the raptor has a perfect view over the red rex foot having risen up behind his own tail, now homing in for his groin. The half demon instantly shuts his grunting muzzle, his sky blue eyes turning large and his feathercrest up in alarm! But it is already too late to threatingly hiss at the gigantic reptilian padpaw, its middle toe already sinking right on top of his cloaca. Ahastar's body stance completely shifts, the half demon slamming his own hands on top of his face, shivering in abuse and beeeeeeeending backwards when the pressing and rubbing starts-followed by a lightning fast comeback of the sitting-curl the moment that cruel black claw begins to shove, to rattle hard into the raptor's cloaca! Ahastar didn't see that coming and nor did his sexual orifice, the horrible surprise netting the first a wild, raging hiccup and the latter two cloacal lips spread so far that more than just a few of the raptor's groin-scales hop off of the skin. And that rex paw just keeps pushing and pushing! A murderous bulge has already formed beneath Ahastar's belly, but more and more of the rough flesh penetrates deep into his slit, drawing out slime and raptor urine. Finally, a threatening, tearing sound begins to fill the air-and Torasshka JUST so gets her own crushing clawfoot off of the nearly mental Ahastar before the two brutal tyrannosaurs would have torn their trample toy in half and spilled his guts all over the floor. That though allows Diablo to cram in his toe all the way to the middle digit, the tip of his black claw finally bumping against what probably have to be Ahastar's ribs! And then.. he simply begins to walk. The raptor just can't believe it. He even forgets to scream from raging agony. But the obliberating crunching of his hip and legs as well as the constant, slimy squishing noises of all sorts of cloacal juices more than make up for it to the two night-walking rexes!

Diablo fills his impressive lungs with the cold night air and lets it slowly out from his nortsils in a long steamy gust. Ahastar felt very pleasantly hot against and between the toes of one foot, but the grassy ground underneath the other was rather unpleasantly cold. He dips his head and slowly pulls his middle toe out from between Ahastar's legs, the long digit glistening with moisture in the moonlight as it slides reluctantly out of the half-demon's cloaca. Diablo lifts his tremendous foot slowly, drawing out a long sticky tendril of thick liquid between the hips of the raptor and the tip of his own toe claw. It too glistens enticingly and Diablo rumbles approval as he watches it stretch, narrow and finally break to drop, slack and cold, back down onto Ahastar's curled, agonised underside. The make rex puts his foot back down on Ahastar and rolls him out flat under it, looking first around the dark forest clearing and then beside him at his mate, and streyching out to give her a nuzzle in the neck. The raptor felt good underfoot, his body heat soothing and pleasant in contrast with the cold ground, and Diablo steps back down to place his other hefty talon upon him, holding him under the firm black pads of his sole for a few blissful moments before finally giving a steamy snort of breath and shifting his weight fully onto Ahastar's lower body. There is a sharp crunch and a splatter of moisture, but in the darkness it is impossible to see how much fluid came out of the raptor, or what colour it is. Being happy with any colour of raptor liquid, the huge predator gives a lenient rumble and steps forward, plunging Ahastar's upper body under his other sole and walking slowly across the half-demon. His rear foot raises sowly, peeling upwards, and it swings forward to whump down in the cold grass with a muffled but distinct hiss as Diablo eases his weight forwards and steps off of Ahastar's upper body too.

Torasshka looks across at Diablo playing around with the white raptor and purrs happily. She loved seeing her mate's powerful, crushing body pulverize the deinonychus under its huge, broad, padded feet, and this time was no exception. The female rex can feel parts of her stirring, slowly coming to life with arousal as she watches the long tendril of slime stretch its way between the thick tyrannosaur claw and the pained, stretched raptor cloaca. She watches his foot rise and fall, imagining her own paws over the warm raptor body. Indeed, the green tyrannosaur does not have long to wait. She moves forwards eagerly as the red tyrannosaur plants his second foot upon the white theropod's face. The female Rex immediately replaces the uplifted crimson paw with her own, her black pads sinking heavily into Ahastar's cloaca and pressing the area flat for a moment with her enthusiasm. Her paw slowly rolls forwards, the other tyrant lizard pacing herself along with her mate, slowly swinging her other foot forwards, planting all her 8 tons of weight onto her left foot as her right comes around...just in time to land heavily upon the raptor's already-mishappen features. She lets out a small roar of triumph as she feels both her feet warmed by the small theropod's body, the half-demon's face completely covered by her ballpad even as her toes splay out to allow just enough room for one azure eye to show through.

Ahastar's body is nothing more but an off-white called puppet forced to travel with whatever horrible way of locomotion his tyrannic keepers choose, arms and tail and especially legs flailing wildly. That massive red monster of a theropod always enjoyed sticking the raptor beneath his sole, either by forcefully grinding his rough crimson scales into his hide or by nearly gluing the half demon to his worn black pads-but this time the male raptor crusher provides an especially nastytransportation: *BOOOM!* "Nyaaaarrrghh!" *SPLLRRRTTCCCCHHHH!* "Unnnghhrrrlll!" These four noises repeat over and over again as Diablo walks, one hefty tyrannosaur foot slamming into the cool, grassy ground, stepping forwards, then crushingly brgining his other paw with Ahastar impaled upon it down-to equally mercilessly keep walking with no disregard whatsoever to the by now WILDLY screeching deinonychus, flattening him with his weight and almost neutering him with that gutting clawfoot shoved deeper into the swollen little cloaca than even its owner thought it could ever reach! FINALLY the male rex seems to have arrived in an area to his satisfaction, the immense reptilian battletank snorting thick clouds through the cold night air before peering down. Two evil ember eyes gaze straight into Ahastar's sanity before the horrible, fluid-spraying removal of the rex' raping middle toe begins. "OUUUURRRGHHHHH!", the raptor groans out, but not daring to help or speed up the backstroke between his ultra sensitive cloacal membranes. Not even when his trample torturer humblingly smears that thick tendrils of oozing slime down on Ahastar's groin can the half demon believe the sheer volume of fluids and a few bits of tissue that gigantic clawfoot presents to him, only to quickly step crushingly back down perfectly between the raptor's multiply fractured legs. The vile tyrannosaur waits for a moment, then heeeaaaaves up, ball pad precisely on top of Ahastar's throbbing cloaca! *CRACKCRUNCHCRRRIIIK!* Diablo loses four, five inches of elevation, his eight tons standing one footed easily compacting flesh and bone. And that is just too much for the half demon! With his cloaca having first been stretched beyond any rational measure and now being totally compressed by the same degree, he has to submit his first, roaring, eye-tearing, violent climax to the male rex! Whom doesn't seem to care if he even noticed it to begin with, the behemoth simply stepping forwards over Ahastar and crushingly bringing down his gruesome weight upon the splintered ribcage and throat of their mutual living carpet. Diablo's massive walking section is that long that the half demon even has to nudge part of the middle toe kissing at his face, but by then he has even more terrible problems already: Torasshka! The female rex is vibrating with tramplelust and thus it comes with little surprise that the moment Ahastar's groin-or what Diablo left behind of it!-comes clear, one of her semi-mud-covered padfeet instantly smashes down between raptor legs that flail in strange ways nature can't possible have intended to. And then, in one gruesome moment, Diablo is in the middle of waling forwards while Torasshka is rearing up to stand one footed on top of her raptorian rug's cloaca! With these 16 murderous tons delivered by only two paws, Ahastar gets transformed into a carnival of juices! His muzzle *erupts* into a fountain of vomit first, quickly followed by an equally explosive rush of blood straight afterwards. Further down his flattened husk, the half demon's loins are still in raped out fire-and thus at once have to give the female rex a similarly heavy climax to coat her black pads, much to the she-rex rumbling delight! The raptor barely withstands this surge of weight in the possession of his sanity, and just because Diablo quickly steps off of his upper body! That only is an invitation for his mate to step forwards though-and where her partner just barely smashed down the little dinosaur's snout this turn, Torasshka *shattertramples* into the middle of Ahastar's face! Teet FLY through the air, the hulking tyrannosaurus giving her insignificant trample toy a concussion or truly pangean dimensions!

Diablo swings his head to the side to watch as his mate rises up a few inches with her initial mounting of Ahastar, only to sink back down again as her padded rex foot cracklingly flattens him. The male rex immediately walks back alongside the downed, doubly-trodden raptor and goes to stand directly behind Torasshka, nuzzling at the side of her tail with slow, sensual strokes of his warm snout while he breathes hot air over it. As she moves foreward, Diablo raises his vast rex foot and holds it ready so that the instant his mate's paw peels upward from the hot raptor beneath it, Diablo's own pushes in underneath it and treads Ahastar's lower body immediately back down flat again, allowing none of the raptor's body heat to escape into the night air. The hulking predator crunches his weight forwards and for several hellish seconds the white raptor is pressed under the combined sixteen tons of the two royal theropods, crushed utterly into insignificance under their vast godly feet and ploughed into the cold grassy ground, but Torasshka steps forward and the newly-formed trample line progresses. Ahastar's head isn't exposed to the fresh air for even a nanosecond, the dazed white face of the raptor going from being squeezed under one set of thick black foot pads immediately to being squeezed under another; the only thing that changes is the pressure and the tone of the pleasured rumbling that each foot sends vibrating down into Ahastar's squashed and buried skull. Diablo's huge crimson body eases forwards, his breath curling in clouds around his flanks as the lashing tail of his mate stirs the cold air behind her. He savours the moment of having Ahastar underneath both feet at once, the hot raptor body spread out and flattened against the ground under his padded soles, feeling soft and wholesome and ripe for breaking. Diablo feels the warm presence of his mate behind him and he obligingly continues forwards, lifting his rear foot for Torasshka to mount Ahastar again behind him.

Torasshka growls out in tramplelust as she feels both her feet covering the small raptor beneath her. She closes her eyes for a moment, allowing the feeling of the body beneath her sinking into her black thick pads to channel upwards throughout her entire body, the large female shivering a little in pleasure. The growl increases with intensity as she feels the orgasm the raptor squirts out upon her pad, rubbing her foot back and forth a little to grind the juices back into his feeble body. Feeling the nudge her mate gives to her with his muzzle, she lifts her left foot, purring as she turns her head just in time to see his red talons roll forward onto the legs and cloaca of their toy. A slow thrill goes over her body as she realizes that a full sixteen tons are being focused solely upon the being of the small deinonychus beneath them, with both T-Rexes having lifted one foot to crash their full weight onto the other. Still watching intently, she slowly, ever so leisurely sets her left foot down on the ground, lifting up her right foot after it. First, the green-scaled heel rises, more of the arch being exposed to the night air. She pauses here for a moment, making sure that Diablo has enough time to insert his own foot into the space made before rolling more of the hind paw forwards, the black pads slowly peeling off of the smashed face. Moving with a fluid, languid grace, she pads back again, eyes intently on her mate's hind feet as they work the raptor, even as she lines back up behind him once more. And she does not have long to wait, as she immediately gets the chance to set her hind foot once more on Ahastar's cloaca! The green tyrannosaur lets out a roar of pleasure as she feels the semi-pulped lower body sinking more under her weight, the green tyrannosaur immediately heaving her weight forwards and all onto her left foot, balancing dexterously all on that one limb, enjoying the feeling of her thick black pads slowly smothering and crunching the body beneath them.

Ahastar can't do anything but haplessly feel his face being halfway flattened into the chilly night earth and halfway flat against and into Torasshka's pitch black, dirt-roughed foot pads. For a brief moment of oblivion the raptor sees stars again, already thinking he would have been freed from the skull-shattering, grape-crushing ordeal that is the she-rex feature-flattening foot. But then the tiny part of his brain that isn't lethally squashed together tells the half demon that these celestial dancers in front of his view are only explosions of dazed concussion and pressure in his eyes. Torasshka hasn't moved at all yet! Instead, she only now begins to roll her weight forwards again! Blood shoots out from Ahastar's nostrils, eyes and ears, his two arms developing a life of their own as they senselessly wave through the air in shock. Diablo, in the meantime, has arrived back at their spasming trample toy's rear end. For a brief moment the hulking red rex rumbles in confusion, finding only one three-inch-deep, purple-red footprint covering Ahastars groin, the cloaca dead smack in the center of what had to be the ball pad. Didn't his mate trash the raptor's sexual organs, too? She usually enjoys performing personal 8-ton-stampedes upon these two, three dozen pounds of deinonychus flesh. Only then though the rrrrrrumbling rex realizes that indeed his mate did crush-stomp in between the raptor's legs. She just *perfectly* slammed and pressed her own padfoot down into the footprint already left behind by her mate's first wake. Apparently quite enjoying that prospect, Diablo steps into that very impression yet again. It fits him like a glove, even though it is a bit slippery after his mate having ever so sadistically smeared and creamed their raptor with his own fluids. The slimy ground is no match for the rex's padsole though-after all a tyrannosaurian clawfoot has enough rough, coarse traction to probably allow its owner to walk up an iceberg vertically. Diablo can feel the nearly pulped, steaming hot flesh beneath him, the temperature doubtlessly rooting from countless liters of blood being shed out in internal swelling and bruises inside the floppy flesh. The slippery, squishing sound is quickly replaced with a sudden, brief but intense meaty explosion! And one moment later, golden-red-fluid creeps up around the edges and in between the toes of the destructive crimson clawfoot. Clearly, Ahastar's bladder must just have detonated into flat nothingness. The rexes transformed their whimpering raptor's groin into a catastrophic ground zero already-and the chill hasn't even fully left the massive bodies of the two royal lizards yet! *SCHLLLRRRPPPP* Now is no time for such thoughts though, Torasshka's clawfoot is in the process of leaving the raptor's face behind and she is doing it in an extremely cunning, steamrolling way! Of course it is absolutely imperative to not grant the cracked skull a single moment of rest or soaking up air, given the apparent plant of the infinitely cruel she-rex! Beholding incoming black footpads and three toes greedily spreading, Ahastar still somehow manages to lift his two arms up in order to bring them over his face for protection from what he THINKS is only seeing double, but instead being one clawfoot steamrolling on and one clawfoot steamrolling off. The result being that the crimson scaled behemoth simply steps forwards, slams his merciless foot down on the raptor's face, brutally heaves up on it, shattering the two arms and especially the hands to myriads of bone fragments and then drives the entire package of raptorian bio-mass four inches deeper into the footprinted earth! With Torasshka already trampling Ahastar's groin absolutely flat again, his legs are forced into an equally wrapped together, knotted up position, thus at least netting in some wickedly symmetric upper/lower-body design!