Chapter 0 - Sarah Hardings Alternative Fate

Nothing had happened the way that it was supposed to.


Short red hair still dirty from an earlier brush with death, her green eyes dulled from trauma and terror, her fair skin pale with fright, Sarah Harding had never felt more out of control in her life. It was bad enough that she only had a skimpy red crop top and short shorts as clothing since everything else was lost with the trailer. It was bad enough that the very hunters she'd sabotaged and antagonized were leering at her slender body now accentuated by her revealing form fitting attire.


It was also bad enough that the very InGen hunters she'd antagonized were the ones she and the others were working with for survival. So Sarah couldn't really complain about some leering gazes when said gazes could just as easily be from anger than from lust. After all, Sarah and her buddy from Green Peace had gotten several of their friends killed.


Her boyfriend Ian Malcolm had always warned her about Isla Nublar. He'd warned him about InGen's mad science project and how they lost control of the dinosaurs they'd revived from the prehistoric past. He'd warned her that no man with a decent amount of sanity should go near Nublar or its sister island Isla Sorna.


Of course, Sarah didn't listen.


Why should she? Ian was a Chaos Mathmetician and one biased by his own experience. Sarah had been working around animals since she was in college. She was a professional paleontologist and animal behaviorist. So when she asked by John Hammond to join an expedition to Isla Sorna, Sarah saw no problems with signing up. When her boyfriend ignored his own common sense to go help her, Sarah was honestly touched, but considered his concern nothing more than paranoia.


She was horribly wrong.


“What have I done?” Sarah heard Kelly whimper as the Dinosaur's snout inched into the tent, picking up the lingering scent from Sarah's jacket. In all of her years as an animal behaviorist, she'd forgotten that it was essential to cover your scent from predators. Now she'd made another one of the biggest mistakes of her life after already making one of the biggest mistakes of her life.


“It smells the infants blood.” She and Nick didn't regret helping the baby t-rex, but bringing it back to the trailer so impulsively had been a mistake. A mistake that led to their trailer being destroyed, one of their friends Edd Carr dying when he tried to save them, and nearly leading to her, Nick and Ian's deaths. A mistake that led to her teaming up with the very poachers that she and Nick had previously sabotaged to free captive dinosaurs.


All of the time she'd been traveling, she never thought to dispose of her jacket. The jacket she'd worn when she had helped carry the T-rex's infant when it was bleeding and crying. The mother t-rex was smelling its infant's blood on Sarah Harding's jacket, confusing its maternal and territorial instincts which could only lead to one outcome.


Outside of the tent, someone noticed the surprisingly stealthy apex predator and cried out. Then more people stirred from their slumber and screamed. Ian Malcolm had been taking a walk when he noticed the commotion and the dinosaur poking its big head in his girlfriend's tent.


“Nobody move! Don't move!” The warning was promptly ignored, everyone was too terrified of the Tyrannosaurus whose head was obscured by the raised tent. The tent fell to the ground as the mother rex gave out its thunderous roar, sending the professional experienced mercenaries and poachers into complete panic.


Herd mentality overrode the common sense and professional discipline of the hunters. When one started running then everyone joined him, all trying to get as far away from the T-Rex as they could. Then any shred of mental control they had was overridden by how the Father T-Rex was in the area. The arm and leg of their prime hunter and leader Roland Tembo, the seasoned hunter helpless against the Buck Rex without his elephant bullets or his tranquilizer darts.


“Ian! Kelly!” Sarah had no idea that Ian Malcolm and Kelly had already left, unknowingly leaving Sarah behind. The stampede of panic swallowed her up, sending her running with them just to keep from being ran over. Behind the fleeing swarm, the T Rex couple had fun picking off anyone who fell and swallowing grown men whole and alive. 


“Nick!” Sarah saw Nick Van Owen stumble down, pushed by one of the panicking mercenaries. He landed in the mud and tried to right himself. A heavy weight smashed him down into the mud, the man screaming as the T-Rex had unknowingly glued the dying man to the bottom of her foot. Sarah could only watch with terror and even fascination as the T-Rex stepped on her friend again and again before leaving him behind in its large foot print.


“Come on!” Someone grabbed Sarah and forced her to speed up, the mother Rex swooping down to grab another man in her great strong jaws. Sarah had studied animals long enough to know that they couldn't run forever. At best, they could keep running until the T-Rex satiated its hunger and felt that the humans were sufficiently driven away from her territory.


Though as someone was pulled up and then thrown into a tree, Sarah had to remember that the T-Rex didn't have to eat you to neutralize you. They were among the largest and strongest dinosaurs in the world and without any weapons or technology, a human was even more helpless and vulnerable than the herbivores that T-Rex's commonly preyed on.


Sarah saw a chance and ran for it, she sped for a waterfall noticing an alcolve behind it. She ignored the cold water that sprayed over her body as she threw herself into the small cavern. She stood against the wall, taking a moment to breath and cursing her fate that there wasn't a path leading into a deeper cave. She couldn't even think about how Ian and Kelly were doing, unable to know that they were well away from the chaos.


“Ah! Help me!” The Ingen Paleontologist Robert Burke ran into the cave, but was thrown onto his face. A loud growl was heard as the screaming paleontologist was dragged back and Sarah heard a loud thud as he was slammed into a tree. Sarah hoped that this would be the worst of it, that this nightmare would end soon and the T-Rex's would have their fill and leave them alone.


Instead, she saw the T-Rex's big and loud snout part the waterfall, the creature sniffing for the same scent that had drawn it to the camp. Sarah had no where to go, she could only clutch closer to the walls and try to make herself as small as possible. If she didn't move then the T-rex may decide that she wasn't there and just leave her alone. 


Unfortunately, the t-rex was more drawn by smell than by sight. The crowd of hunters it had crushed were nothing to the scent of whoever it believed spilled its baby's blood. In fact, this smelled familiar to the human who had first taken her infant and threw it over the cliff. The t-rex's smell was honed in on that intruder and the scent of blood on the woman's skin.


Sarah just shivered, sweat appearing from her pores to mix with the water and mud lathering her thin clothes. She saw the T-Rex move towards her and snap its large jaw at the woman. Sarah couldn't stop herself from screaming as the T-rex's mouth snapped at her again and again, just a few inches away from tearing into her flesh and eating her like it had Eddie. She had encountered predators before, but never this closer and never one who had been so relentless to eat her.


The T-rex could easily give up and just go after the crowd of shouting screaming mercenaries. But the draw of her infant's blood made the mother dinosaur almost desperate to eat this woman who'd previously taken and harmed her baby. Again and again, it snapped at the woman, its large head leaving it unable to fully enter the alcolve and snag the redhead animal behaviorist. But that didn't stop globs and threads of spit from splashing all over Sarah and washing her in saliva that had been in contact with many forms of bacteria.


Sarah hoped that the T-Rex would just give up and go away. After all, she knew in her studies that predators don't waste energy chasing prey that wasn't worth it. Eventually, the T-rex would leave her alone and go somewhere else. Only hungry and desperate predators went out of their way to eat prey that they could get hurt trying to reach.


Sarah had hope when the T-Rex stopped snapping at her and just held its head in the waterfall. It opened it jaws enough to let its tongue dangle out and flick towards Sarah. Then the T-rex slowly moved closer, still too far from grabbing her with its teeth. But more than close enough to let its large tongue start to dab and lick all over Sarah Harding. It started with her neck as she groaned and then began to lap over her chest and her face, the creature growling with interest at the taste it was receiving. 


Sarah just sobbed while clinging to the rocky wall, unable to move as the apex predator just licked over her chest and her bare belly. “Disgusting...” The therapod's breath was foul and horrible, thankfully she didn't feel or see any blood or guts from the dinosaur's past victims. But that didn't make the smell any more bearable.


Already wet from the water, the Predator's tongue made her thin outfit cling more to her skin. The T-Rex's mouth was the perfect distance for its tongue to bath and wash the woman of mud and grime. Instead, her alluring body was being coated in saliva, pools of spittle running down her belly and gathering in her navel. 


The Mother T-rex seemed to enjoy the taste and smell of Sarah, moving its tongue down over her legs and slobbering all of her her bare thighs. Sarah winced when the tongue moved up and cupped her butt, the thin shorts failing to keep her from feeling spit drench through cloth onto her ass. The T-rex was not familiar with playing with its food, but its low growls were showing that it was getting hungrier and hungrier for Sarah.


As an animal behaviorist, Sarah was not aware of any creature that was this gleeful or happy with masticating over its prey. She wondered if InGen had done anything with the T-Rex's genes to make it a perverted sadist. That would explain why the T-rex's tongue kept lapping around each of her cheeks or why it was paying especially attention to her breasts or her bare stomach. Morbidly, she wondered if the fat content of her breasts may be what the T-rex was drawn to while trying to keep her fracturing mind from breaking apart.


The only thing that kept Sarah from completely losing her mind was the fact that T-rex's were not known for using their tongues as a hunting tool. Tyrannosaurus Rex relied on their speed and strength to take down prey, the bite force of their jaws to break their prey and their teeth to cut larger prey apart to be swallowed in chunks. As humiliating as this was, to be molested and licked by the T-Rex, she just had to keep her calm and not do anything else stupid.


A suddenly, a snake appeared.


“A snake...” Sarah's logic was already grounded down by the sheer terror she felt. So one shouldn't blame her too badly for freaking out over the milk snake that slithered over her shoulder. “A snake! A snake!” She screamed, jerking around and trying to pry the snake from her body. But she forgot her true peril, spinning herself into the T-Rex's tongue as it wrapped around her torso and pulled her to its jaws.


“Ian!” Sarah screamed as she felt the T-Rex close its jaws upon her, she was just within its teeth and wasn't shredded. But she still felt the predator's jaws close down over her, the dinosaur's bite force crushing upon her and leaving her unable to scream. She felt herself get lifted off of her feet and was pulled out of the waterfall.


The harmless milk snake had fallen to the ground at some point, looking to see the T-Rex holding a helpless woman in its jaws. The Mother T-Rex threw up its head, tossing Sarah out of the dino's mouth briefly. Sarah felt herself spinning as the redhead briefly saw the night sky and then dark redness overtook her vision. Her legs kicking and dangling out of the T-Rex's mouth, the creature licked and savored the taste of the animal behaviorist. It didn't care about how long and supple her bare legs were, only that the taste of this hairless creature would feel great in its belly.


Sarah Harding was very small compared to the T-Rex devouring her, the tight space in the dinosaur's mouth closed and clamped on her. The creature's tongue underneath and its gums splashing spittle onto the exhausted and terror frozen explorer. It only took a single gulp for Sarah's lower body to get trapped in the T Rex's gullet and a single swallow easily sent her down into the predator's bowels.


Seeing dark red all around her, Sarah slid down through a tight tube of wet flesh. She could feel it moving like it had a will of its own, pulsing and pressing on her while she descended into the T-Rex. Sarah desperately grabbed onto something, anything to keep from falling down. But everything was too wet and she was too frightened to think clearly. 


She shot down into the dinosaur's stomach with a loud splash. Gasping for air, she shot out of the strange liquid and saw that she was stuck in a flesh pot of death. She saw severed body parts and bones from man and beast, she looked at her arms to see herself covered in a hot wet substance. She looked up at the ceiling to see a sphincter close above her while dripping more liquids dripped down on top of her damp red hair. 


Shivering and feeling the slightly red liquid splash around her, Sarah Harding lost her mind. The finality of her situation made her just hold herself and scream. Her screaming only worsened when she tore off clumps of cloth and realized that her clothes were melting off of her body. All she could do was just cry out in despair, madly hoping that someone would hear her.


The mother T-rex didn't hear Sarah's despairing cries, the apex predator could care less on if its prey felt bad about being eaten. It was more focused on returning to its den to protect its infant and to cuddle with its equally full mate. It did not care about how each of its thunderous steps was making its full belly slosh and bounce around its contents.


Within its stomach, Sarah Harding was bounced from flesh wall to flesh wall, her bare skin getting more soaked with stomach juices. Her clothes were dissolving with concerned speed, leaving Sarah increasingly exposed and naked within the growing pool that she was being tossed around in. Morbidly, she grabbed onto the large bones from previous victims to keep herself afloat while trying to ignore the dull stinging on her legs.


“17 hours...” Sarah tearfully muttered, losing her leverage and getting stuck in the stomach pool. She paddled to keep her breasts above the hot liquid, knowing that she'd be gone before a day had passed. But she also figured she'd lose oxygen long before then though it didn't give her any comfort. She was jerked through the splashing liquids again, her back resting against the stomach walls now leaking with more fluids that poured all over her. “Ian...you were right...I'm so sorry...”


In the outside world, the two t-rex's were nuzzling their heads together and using their tongues to clean one another. Hidden in the bushes, Ian Malcolm and his daughter were watching the sight and waiting for the T-rex's to leave the area. Then it would be safe for them to do a quick search for Sarah and get to the helicopter pad for pick up. Unfortunately, Ian didn't have much hope for this girlfriend as he'd already found her lucky bag with her nowhere near it.


As hard as it was to think about, Ian Malcolm had to put his daughter above his girlfriend. He'd eventually get her out of there and regret ever putting himself or his child in danger from another one of John Hammond's mad ideas. He'd mourn for Sarah Harding while also being grateful that he didn't share in her assumed fate.


“Ian! Ian!” Inside of the Mother T-rex's stomach, Sarah gasped and cried while clawing at the stomach walls surrounding her. She reached out from the hot liquids, trying to get as much of her body out of the fluids as possible, believing that it may be digestive fluid. It was a vain struggle, but Sarah hoped that as long as she was alive, there was hope that she could be rescued. Or maybe the T-Rex would regurgitate the nude woman and let her crawl away to live another day.


“Ian! You always said...you said...life...finds a way...” Unfortunately, Sarah would realize that this quote didn't refer to her or her situation. Rather, it referred to the content and now slumbering mother t-rex that was happy to have a full belly and one unhappy woman who'd soon nourish her. The victorious mother was nestling with its happy and recovering infant. The father t-rex went patrol to hunt down the remaining hunters, leaving his mate to rest and digest her well earned tasty meal in peace...
