They were so heavy.
Anon's ribs strained under the sheer weight of the two massive dinosaurs pressing in from both sides. His coat was damp with sweat, his breath shallow and trapped beneath scales, feathers, and heat. One was behind him — long arms wrapped tightly around his biceps, pinning them to his sides. Her thick tail curled around his right leg, coiling like a living anchor. Every time he shifted, she yanked it tighter. The other was in front of him, straddling his hips with her thighs wide and grounded, one knee planted hard into the floor by his side. Her hand gripped his shin, claws lightly tapping against his jeans, just firm enough to say don't even try it.
He struggled, jaw clenched, back arching. No good. He couldn't even shift his center of gravity. They were bigger, heavier, and positioned perfectly. Apex predators.
Their dorm room was humid — the windows fogged from the steamy jungle heat leaking in through the cracked vents. Lush vines spilled over the top corners of the room, decorations strung up in haphazard, girlish chaos: pink lights, glitter stickers, and posters of bloody fang-baring heartthrobs with names like Rexxie and Killa Queen. Their bedding was a mess of faux fur, feathers, and plushies shaped like tiny screaming mammals. The whole place smelled like strawberry lotion, meat, and trouble.
A silky voice hummed into his ear.
"Well, what's the hurry, stud?" came the purr from behind. Her breath was warm and slow. The soft ridges of her snout traced the curve of his jaw. "Don't tell me you're not into dinosaurs..."
Her lips curled just at the edge of his cheek. The voice belonged to a female Spinosaurus — tall, sinewy, and humid like the Nile. Her scales shimmered with aquatic blues and jungle greens, and she moved like she was swimming, even on land.
Before Anon could answer, a drop of something wet hit his face.
Plap.
He looked up — too close. Pressed against his face was the broad, goofy grin of a pink Tyrannosaurus. Gigantic, soft feathered cheeks pushed against his nose. Her tongue lolled out slightly, drool dripping down her chin and onto his coat.
Her eyes were huge. Wide. Shining with some dumb, genuine joy, like she was a puppy that had just found a brand-new toy. Her breath came out in short, panting bursts, excited and sugary-sweet. Her massive chest was squishing into his torso — warm, soft, and uncomfortably lush — covered in vibrant pink and cream-colored down.
"No wayyy~," she said in a high, bubbly voice, "You're not scared, are you? Don't be shy, cutie! We don't bite!" She paused. Then giggled. "...Much."
Anon groaned and tried to shift again. The Spino behind him just squeezed tighter. Her claws dug in slightly.
He growled through gritted teeth. "Get... off me. Dammit. I knew it. That bastard principal — he really threw me in the apex dorm?! Not even regular carnivores? The apexes?!"
Both girls laughed.
"Ohhh, he knows!" the Spino crooned, her snout pressing into his neck now, her frill brushing against his ear.
The T. rex giggled gleefully, bouncing slightly in place as her feathers tickled his face. "Of course he knows! Everybody knows us! We're, like, super famous."
"Every guy has naughty little dreams about us," the Spino purred, pulling his ear into her mouth for a second before letting it go with a pop. "We're irresistible."
The pink rex grinned even wider — if that was physically possible. She tapped her claws together over her chest. "We're SAURASTARS!" she said, posing with one arm up and eyes sparkling.
"Saurastars?" Anon spat. "What the hell does that even—mmph!"
He was cut off by the Spino, who'd started licking the side of his face with long, lazy drags of her tongue.
"Eww, he's all salty," she teased. "But in the fun way."
"Omigod, let me try!" the T. rex squeaked, leaning in and licking his forehead. "Oooh, he tastes like...humany! And sweat! And maybe a little shampoo!"
"You're smothering me!" Anon gasped, trying to push up — not that he could move an inch.
Her chest squished into him more as she leaned closer. "You don't like it?" she pouted, batting those ridiculous eyes at him. "You sure? You're all red~"
"That's blood," he muttered, glaring at the claw on his leg. One of the Spino's talons had lightly pricked his calf. Not enough to cut deep, but enough to sting.
"Oops," she said, with absolutely no remorse. "Guess I got excited."
He twisted his neck to glance at her. She was long-limbed, elegant in that dangerous sort of way — and clearly having the time of her life. She smelled like watermelon candy and raw fish.
The rex, by contrast, smelled like marshmallow body spray and warm fur. Her feathers were downy but dense, like hugging a heat-trapped pillow. Anon could feel his shirt dampening from her drool.
"I didn't sneak into your dorm," he growled. "I didn't choose to be here."
"Well, lucky you," the rex said, giving him a playful headbutt. "That means you get to live here with us! Isn't that, like, the coolest thing ever?"
The Spino leaned closer, her snout by his neck again. "And since you're in our room... you're basically ours now."
"Our little freshman pet~" the rex added with a giggle. "Gonna follow us around, sit at our table, help us cheat on math, and rub lotion into our scales~"
"Hell. No."
"Hell. Yes," the Spino whispered, blowing hot breath down his collar. "Unless you think you can break out of our grip, tough guy?"
Anon squirmed. Pulled. Shifted. Kicked once, hard. But the tail stayed wrapped. The claws stayed locked.
They were too big. Too heavy. Too coordinated.
His head dropped back against the carpet, breath ragged.
"You'll get used to it," the Spino said, brushing a claw through his hair. "The weight. The heat. The attention."
"We are a lot," the rex giggled, scooting her hips forward a bit. Her thighs spread slightly, balancing herself better. She booped his nose with hers. "But we're worth it!"
The Spino coiled closer. "And don't worry. We're very... gentle. Once we decide not to eat you."
Anon groaned again. "This is going to be the worst semester of my life."
The rex squealed. "Yaaay! Roomies!"