Savoring the Heat

(contains female body worship and hyper sex)

Commission for and Art by: Bobert

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Strange, the Google app did not call for an overcast today. The pigeon peddling ice cream glanced up, promptly using a feathered arm to shield from the sun's light. Not a single cloud hovered above the beach landscape. That did not make sense why everything felt dimmed by shade.

"Two cones, please."

"Right! Sorry!" The pigeon put his kindle away and his game face on. With scooper in hand, he whirled to give his best smile. "What flavors can I get you-oooooo?!"

The pigeon found himself suddenly facing a wall of thick white fur. Looming overhead was an equally large pair of white wrecking balls wrapped in a purple bikini top. Gazing over their peeks was the tigress that owned such thick mounds grinning smugly down upon him.

'Thick' would be a simple, but accurate, way of describing Rachel in every sense of the word. No wonder there was suddenly some shade cast upon the pigeon. From her towering height to her jiggling curves, every aspect of her body had been ramped to eleven in extreme muscle and fats. Even her black striped tail waved about like a giant anaconda. It was amazing that she could also fit into a bikini at all. Her rolling gut threatened to push off her thong when it swelled to each little breath taken.

"Right here!"

The pigeon was even more surprised that this mountain of tiger had not been the one who initially spoken. Wide bird eyes plummeted back down to the otter dude waving gently to attract their attention. Maybe a few inches shorter than the vendor, this brown twig of a mustelid looked practically like a child standing before his lady companion.

Well, except for the enormous bulge stretching out the front of his swim trunks into a phallus shape. Dang thing was snaking all the way down one pant leg. It was just an epic proportion kind of day at the beach, apparently.

"Yeah. Hi! I'll take a scoop of chocolate and strawberry, please," Bobert continued speaking once he had gained some degree of attention. The fact their ice cream proprietor was flabbergasted by such a polar opposite pairing was par for the course. This otter was more concerned trying to stay balanced with an oversized cooler slung over a narrow shoulder. "And five scoops of whatever for the beached whale behind me."

"Hey now!" Rachel bapped her little otter with the padded palm of one hand. An extremity that could have easily enveloped much of Bobert's skull if she felt the need to pick him up. "Just because you're paying for it doesn't mean you get to order for me, puny sea slug...but yeah, could you pile on the Rocky Road, please?'

Bobert nearly toppled over from the gentle push. The extra carrying weight was not doing much for his wobbling knees already. Still, he managed an annoyed smirk before jabbing Rachel's apron belly with a set of knuckles. One gentle impact was enough to send the tigress' whole midsection jiggling in time to the nearby waves.

"And when the hell did I agree to pay for your calorie intake, Shamu?"

Rachel crossed her arms, eyes narrowing in a challenge. Granted it looked more like a self-hug with the way her breasts squished around the muscular limbs. "When you started dodging around me for shade. This sexy shadow isn't rent free, you know!"

"It should be since it was my gas that drove us here."

"Now slug, we both know it only takes one pizza for your gas to power a cruise missile, let alone your car."

"Like you're a singing mermaid after a few pints of beer?"

"Will you just pay the man so we can find a good spot." Rachel glanced over, her smile waning. "That is when he's ready, of course."

The pigeon caught on to her hint surprisingly fast. After collecting his beak from the ground, the couple waited patiently while two cones were stacked with the requested scoops of iced dairy. Rachel only needed three fingers to hold her cone, while Bobert passed the bird a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change," Rachel merrily exclaimed when their vendor reached for a lock box full of smaller currency.

"W-what? I didn't say-HEY!"

Bobert got little to say at all, much less in regards to his money. Rachel had placed her giant free paw on his back and gently guided the otter down the path towards the beach proper. Between the cone in one hand and balancing all their bags, he ended up having to rely on her powerful support just to keep from face-planting in the dunes while they walked.

The pigeon continued to stare after them in bemusement. Well, mostly it was the sight of Rachel's rear bumping hard with every deep step she sank into the sands. For some reason, he began to wonder what kind of car could fit a woman like that.

By the time Bobert was allowed to walk under his own power again they were too far down the beach to be worth storming back and demand his unintended tip be returned. Otter ears folded back as he fell in line behind Rachel, casually dodging the lashes of her rich tail. One lick immediately made him feel better about their arrival anyway. Now he had a sweet treat for his mouth, while his eyes got a sweeter view of his girlfriends ass sloshing about. They always had to wear the thong that practically flossed her glutes.

Halfway through her cone, Rachel had glanced over her shoulder. They exchanged knowing, sly smiles and suddenly her walk had a lot more sashay to it. Her stripped booty bounced and rippled, working with the crash of each wave that soon had Bobert's undivided adulation.

"Enjoying the view back there, little Nemo?"

"Mmmhmm-MMPPHHH!?"

All things considered, Bobert should have expected another immature prank. It was not even that deliberate. All Rachel had to do was stop walking, and he literally rammed face first into that glorious tiger ass.

Sometimes life made things too easy for Rachel, and she certainly loved getting that sleek otter muzzle wedged under her groin. Her tail slinked around Bobert's hips, helping push him a little deeper into the deeps of her butt. No matter how hard he pushed, all he could accomplish was an intentional message of the fine furry pelt coating such thick layers of fat. Of course, his resistance faltered when his nose caught the rich musk of her snatch just inches away.

Bobert did not have time to question what was making his girlfriend so aroused already. A twinge in his own groin signaled much bigger problems would be on the rise. Hands wormed their way around Rachel's modest curves to tug at the hem of his swim trunks. Of course, this would be the only garment of clothes he would bring outside the car. If the otter did not keep focused on the calming crows of seagulls and splashing of water, they would not survive the awkward walk back.

Fortunately, Rachel loved the compliment from her boyfriends hard on. Getting him hot and bothered was not only fun but essential for today. There were only so many warm beach days left in the season for a good date.

"This looks like a great spot!" Rachel chimed joyfully. Her tail uncoiled from around Bobert. When he still did not move a hard hip bump dislodged his face from her ass. "Be a peach and set the blankets, would you?"

"Dook!" Robert rubbed his nose still mildly aroused. The scent of female heat would linger a while. "But I haven't even finished my…"

Poor guy could not even finish that protest. Rachel casually plucked his ice cream away and made a big show of dropping it in her mouth. Her very loud, messy chews got more of it on her face than down her hatch. That did not impress Bobert as much as the way the sweet lactose made Rachel's fangs sparkle when she smiled.

"Please, sweetie slave?"

"You're lucky you're a tank, fatso."

With grumbles of protest Bobert set about fulfilling her request. Their cooler of the day's meals was dug into a soft mound of sand. On either side of this marker, he placed decorative Marvel towels, one was distinctly larger than the other.

"Hey!"

Bobert had reached for the parasol under Rachels armpit only for his tigress girlfriend to move back. A warning glare got him nothing but very loud purrs and a sly wink. He had half a mind to climb up her gut after it, but that was probably part of her trap. Not that getting stuck in her striped tits was that demotivating, but it had been a long walk to get to this beach.

After another big show of slowly licking her own remaining ice cream, Rachel did relent their canopy over to Bobert. It was set up with the cooler as a brace just right for blocking out the sun. Or it would work for an average person. Rachel would probably be safe from the tits up regarding UV protection.

THWOOMP!!

A fact that was proven when her posterior fell atop the larger of the two towels. The impact made Bobert stagger a bit, along with parting an incoming wave down the bank. Her tail twitched to louder purring at finally getting off her feet. Two more bites finished the last of her ice cream, much to the annoyance of Boberts dry mouth.

"Thanks, sweetie! That was so tiring I need to catch my breath."

"Hmph!" Bobert sat on his own towel fishing water out of their cooler. "Yeah, if I had to carry three medicine balls on my front I'd get tired a lot too."

"Aw, don't be mean. You haven't even had your treat yet."

"That's because you're the one that ate it like a blasted shar-ACK!"

He had been too preoccupied launching into a tirade to notice the bottle until Rachel had tossed it into his face. The heavy plastic container bounced off Boberts nose for a soft crash deep into the neighboring sands. It left him dazed and lamenting the half-drunk water bottle feeding into the sand beside it.

"Uh, sorry that was not it either." Rachel blushed at watching her tiny man wiggle about on his towel. "Although when you stop seeing stars, you can get to work."

"The hell you babbling about, woman?" Once it was clear his round snout was not broken, Bobert fished the bottle out from it's resting pit. "The hell am I supposed to get out of…oil...oh my..."

Rachel had already used his distracted annoyance to roll onto her front. The combined weight of her breasts and stomach pushed deep grooves in the sand while she stretched out into a relaxed spread. Just the sight of that striped ass, barely covered by a string thong, washed all grievances out of Bobert with the nearby waves.

Noticing his words trail off, Rachel glanced lazily back over one shoulder and smiled. Hips bumped lightly back at his hungry eyes, inviting him forward with a sexy tail snake dance.

"Better get to rubbing that stuff in before my rump becomes bacon."

Now there was an order most men, and some women might consider a privilege obeying. An ample supply of the bottle's contents was applied to Boberts hands without further hesitation.

Rachel let out a sensual moan as he got to work rubbing along the ample muscles of her shoulders. It was never as fun to dive right for her squishy parts first. Slowly going down the entire length of the tiger's colossal body always got her worked up.

"Murrwar...oh, fuck yes…"

Bobert noticed his giantess was incredibly tense this time too. He had barely started to rub oil into her inner back, and she was huffing heatedly. Work must have really loaded on the magic regulations leading up to their little vacation. All the more reason to work his otter pads along her love handles to really loosen things up. Rachel's fur tickled so delightfully that Bobert wondered if she had switched to a new brand of conditioner. Everything felt softer than a fleece pillow.

"Ahh haa! Mmmh nya!"

Wow. Rachel was a really sensitive pillow at that. Not even halfway into her lathering and Bobert was watching her body jiggle in earnest. The lightest of rubs had her striped tail whipping about. Feline moans sang her pleasure in a chorus to the waves.

Bobert shrugged it off as a sign of a good job. Body massaging a feline behemoth had become an art over the time they have been together. He took particular pride in applying ample lotion to one of Rachel's finer qualities next.

"Oooh fuuuuck!!"

No sooner had Bobert gripped Rachel by the hips then her legs shot apart. Her toes dug little trenches in the sand as they flexed with her stretch. The motion came so fast it almost kicked Bobert flat on his rudder tail.

That was totally fine by him. With the tigress spreading her thighs so invitingly wide it was easy to climb between them for better reach. This time he got literally cheeky by squirting ample amounts of lotion over the span of Rachel's butt. Bobert's hands might have been small by comparison, but such striped glutes were ridiculously soft. It was easy to get a grip and knead the oil into her fur. In one motion he would push outwards to part them and then pull back squish them together. Not unlike working with bread dough. The best part about the view was how Rachel's thong would become eaten into the crack between them.

"Aww yes! Mrrreow! Fuck yes, love!"

To say Rachel also enjoyed her booty massage would be an understatement. The purrs were becoming so strong her girth was practically vibrating. Each moan that came with a pass of her lover's hands increased in volume to near-shouts. Even after Bobert had continued on to rub down her legs, that gigantic ass continued to bounce in a happy dance. A heavy scent of desire burned at his nose watching this little show. That was apparently coming from the wet stain in her camel toe caused by his intentional wedgie.

"Oookay!" Bobert chuckled as he gave Rachel's thick thighs a few pats to single his job was done. It was hard to remove his hands from such silky fine muscles. "Just what are you up to?"

Rachel tried to look confused despite the heated blush on her nose. "Ahh, aahh phaa! W-whatever do you mean?"

"Don't play coy, you're bad at it. I know I'm good, but you never get this worked up so early in the process. What did you...do?"

There was really only one outside factor, and it was shining right in front of Bobert. Brown eyes grew wide taking in the sight of Rachel's muscular back, glowing with a slick oily coat. He then observed his palms drenched in the stuff. Bringing them up for a sniff brought no kind of fragrance he was familiar with. It was definitely not of a fruity variety. Although the hot wind of his breath against his palms did send a shiver down his spine.

"This isn't coconut oil, is it?"

"I never said it was." The corners of Rachel's muzzle rose in a triumphant smile. Her dear otter was too busy observing the greased up parts of their body to notice her tail coiling around his waist. "But I guess we should be fair and give you a proper rub down."

"What!? Noo-AAH!"

Rachel's tail snapped tight around Bobert. Even that was a strong enough appendage to yank him into the center of Rachel's massive ass with a wet smack. The tigress clawed at the sand biting her lip to stifle moans. The frantic slapping of Boberts hands was just divine.

But that was not Rachel's ultimate aim. Now that she had her boy fastened in place she pushed up into a quick roll. There came a muffled cry from Bobert feeling the motion of her body turning, and that was all he had time for. Rachel poured her fat on top of him while assuming a proper sitting position. The only visible part that remained was little legs kicking at the sand between tree-trunk thighs.

"Yeah, there we go!" Rachel purred, rocking her hips in a circular motion. The alarmed cries muffled between her couch cheeks turned to ones of sensual pleasure. Being a giant of fuzzy plush had that effect on certain people. "Good boy, don't pretend like you don't love this."

She repeated her grinding hip dance a few more times. The pleasured cries of her boyfriend increased in volume with each completed circle. It was also digging a pretty deep groove in the sand under them.

Rachel was finding it hard to stop. She wanted the little otter to keep squirming against her so. Every little push and squeeze tickled her butt in ways that made her tail curl. Before she realized it, her hand had absently pulled down the cups of her bikini to tease her engorged nipples. Tongue rolled out to hang along the side of her muzzle in rapid lusty breaths.

Good thing otters are known for their ability to hold their oxygen intake. It was quite some time before Rachel remembered just how smothering her rounded posterior can be. Grasping a twitching webbed foot in each hand, she hefted her booty off the towel enough to yank Bobert out from under her. The brown fur of his body glowed in the slick 'lotion' while dangling upside down coughing for fresh air.

"Sorry about that," Rachel offered timidly, yet still very much aroused. "You doing all right?"

After a bit more coughing Bobert managed a few nods. "Y-yeah, but I don't think…"

"Wonderful!" Rachel promptly rolled backward to lay across her towel. Her hands brought Bobert along to blanket him across the swell of her stomach and tits. She took a few teasing licks at the souls of his feet adding, "Hurry up and rub down my front now, will you?"

Bobert did not respond right away. A rush of thick heat burned at his nose since Rachels choice of positioning had landed his face on the crotch of her thong. That girl had definitely become heated up after a simple rub down. The majority of the fabric leaked with her juices. It was the most inviting scent outside fresh sushi. Bobert could not help pressing his nose into the wet camel-toe, hands kneading along the beefy insides of Rachel's stripped thighs.

Such actions earned him a sharp smack on the rudder butt, causing him to dook in surprise. The shock sent waves down the length of his cock, causing it to spasm.

"The lotion, silly!" Rachel affirmed in a fit of giggles. "We'll talk about that log tenting your trousers later."

Bobert groaned and reached around Rachel's girth for the bottle of exotic oils she had brought. Now that attention had been called to it, his amazingly long erection was hard to ignore. Maneuvering on top of his girlfriend made it repeatedly poke into the soft parts of her anatomy.

Pre was already dripping out the tent in Boberts trunks. He did not even need any teasing. Just rubbing Rachel's fur ignited an intense fire in his loins. His palms could feel everything from muscles to the fibers of her coat.

"So what IS this stuff you're smothering us in?"

"Prrrwar!" Rachel was certainly enjoying the rub down. It took all she had not to kick Bobert with each firm knead of her thighs. "It's just a little aphrodisiac the guys at work caught on some smugglers. It's s-supposed to triple pleasure reception."

Bobert inhaled through his teeth. The rubbing slowed, but nothing could make him stop. Especially now that he had applied a liberal amount of oil to Rachel's belly mountain. "So you smuggled it out here to play with?"

"Nya! Nya-haah!" Rachel squirmed harder thanks to Boberts choice hard passes across the crest of her stomach. She responded by reaching for him with one hand. "Oh, don't act like it's not the most amazing massage ever, rudder rear."

"Gah! Mmmgh!" Bobert shuddered hard as Rachel's claws trailed down his spine. Hands clamped hard on either side of her plush waist feeling his dick twice several times. He had nearly cumed by the time Rachel's claws stopped at his tail base. "As shit. Haah!"

"Nnnot complaining nyow, eh?" Rachel purred so loud her stomach vibrated under Bobert. The tight hug around her middle had been equally appreciated. "Don't you dare quit on me though, ya half-pint."

"Hmph! Not even close!"

It was a weak challenge given their horny stupor, but Bobert usually just needed a push. Even with the monster erection bulging out of his trunks he was climbing over Rachel in earnest to straddle atop her stomach. With the bikini top pulled off, her titanic tits were an open target to splatter a load of lotion over them.

"Nyaaah!!" Rachel's muzzle fell open in a stunned gasp. A splash of cold liquid across her nipples completely rocked her world. To say nothing of when Bobert tossed an empty lotion bottle aside to give them a rubbing under his palms.

Poor otter was nearly thrown to the ocean when Rachel's hips reflexively humped the air. That just made Bobert hold her sensitive mammaries tighter, gently pushing them together so gravity could pull them apart.

Rachel's ass continued to leap off its towel with each kneading pass of Boberts hands. Each time it would go a bit higher before gravity slammed it back down with a sizable tremor. Even that contact was coaxing devilish yowls of pleasure from the tigress. The lotion ate through her skin to ignite the tender nerves underneath making every breeze a brief thrill.

And she was more than happy to return the favor. Every so often Bobert let out a shuddering dook as her massive hand stroked his rear and tail. He was tugging and squeezing her breasts both for her pleasure and to keep from sliding off her much rounder figure. Thankfully she kept that affection to a painfully slow pace. The last thing he needed was to blast his load prematurely all over her face.

Speaking of loads, maybe it was his imagination, but Rachel's breasts felt a bit fuller each time he kneading into them. The lotion certainly seemed to be helping with their production. Bobert gave a sharp tug on Rachel's nipples, causing her to really mew, and found droplets of warm moisture leaking out onto his knuckles.

He grinned and began to milk his girlfriend in earnest, but it only seemed to increase the pressure mounting in Rachel's chest. Droplets turned into steady trickles between his fingers, only to upgrade into high pressured squirts. The aureola became so backed up they were puffed out into their own miniature mounds. Once they got started, Bobert noticed he barely needed to tease them further. Both nipples were leaking out milk at a constant pace, still too slow for the rapid production swelling up her bust.

"Aaah gawd! Nngghh! Fffuck yeah! Work it, half-pint!"

Not that Bobert felt a need to stop with a horny giant tigress at his complete mercy. Hearing her barely coherent words was his signal to go a bit rougher. Soon he was slamming those stripped tits together creating small geysers of milk. Several yanks and tugs began to drench both their fur in more than just lotion. Hell, the sand around their towel was starting to get reasonably damp. And, of course, he could not resist taking some time to latch his stout muzzle onto each nip for some hard, lustful sucks. It was still a pretty hot day, and a certain buff bimbo owed him an ice cream.

Otter whiskers tickling her swollen areola's had been the unintentional breaking point for Rachel. Her snatch was throbbing desperately for a good stuffing of release. To the point, her entire thong was wet from the juices spurting out with her internal spasms.

The drastic wiggling went unnoticed by Bobert until a pair of stripped hands encased most of his shoulders and biceps. One hard tug dislodged him from Rachel's nipple until he was nose to nose with the lusty tigress. Those wide eyes of surprise and milk-stained chin would have been incredibly adorable under any other circumstance.

They were well past the point for cute.

"You! Rudder rear! Fuck! Me! NOW!"

"Wha? I am YEEEK!!"

One of Rachel's hands slashed across Bobert's trousers. A well-manicured businesswoman like her knew how to keep her claws as sharp as her wit on the office floor. She brought Bobert's trunks down to his ankles slashed in several pieces, letting his enormous dick flop free between her breasts. She licked her lips having to fight the urge to wrap her plump lips around its head. The sight of that wondrous slab of red man-meat made her loins give their hardest clench yet. Its need for filling was much more demanding than a simple blow job.

Not that Bobert would have protested, but he was not getting a choice anyway. Rachel grabbed the nape of his neck to easily slide the otter down to the flaming heat wave between her legs. With one hand she pulled aside the cloth of her swimsuit and used the other to cup Boberts butt in a shove forward.

They both gasped in unison when Boberts hyper cock slipped its way into Rachel's folds. Her toes curled little trenches in the sand, gulping for air while letting that thick girth stretch her insides all the way to her cervix. His hands hugged hard around her hips, panting heavily against her creamy white stomach underbelly. As advertised, the lotion oiling up their bodies made their moment of interconnecting organs one of the most intense of their entire relationship.

Pleasure coursed from their loins in a complete sensory overload. Usually, Rachel would need to let her tunnel stretch around her mans girth before he really went to town. Unfortunately, Bobert's third leg had other plans. The light touch of Rachel's hand on his ass left a light tickling of claws across his sac sending him so close to the edge. If they waited too long, he was bound to pass out with a week of blue balls to look forward too.

SHUH! SHLIP! SHUH! SHLIP! SHUH!

"Nya! Aagh! F-fuck, ass!" Rachel yelped feeling the tiny otter butt grinding back against her palm pad. Even that contact was giving him a sensual little massage in so many private areas. It left the larger tigress in no position to resist. That log of otter dick ground through her tunnel making her head rock back with a strained cry towards the sunny blue sky.

Bobert was glad to the additional backside support. It was all he could do to hold onto Rachel's thighs to steady his constant thrusting. The gathered juices of her loins splashed with each mighty hump, drenching his lower body more than the ocean probably could. And each time his hilt slammed against her lips, Rachel would bounce into the air trying to help dig him in deeper.

"Oooh, fuckfuck!" Rachel's feet clenched. Breaths came out in bursts of spittle. Every part of her body burned to the point her fur was growing tense. "I...it's soooo sensitive. Geh! Yes! YES! I'm...I'm going to cum...bring it home...s-short stack!"

She managed to gather up one more gulp of air before Bobert's next slam into her pussy lit the spark her insides desperately craved. Fire washed across her nerves rocking her back in the immense heat wave that made her fur stand on end. Rachel fell entirely onto her back roaring in short, rapid beats as her hands gripped and flung sand into the air. The orgasm felt like it was going to last forever. Every muscle in her pelvis crunched around the thick otter dick speared inside with equal if not stronger contractions following each other.

Something wet unexpectedly splashed Bobert in the face, breaking him enough out of his own lusty beatings. Glancing up he was amazed to find all of Rachel's body really was pulsing with a new tier climax. Milk was spraying out of her enlarged tits in a geyser. Each hard breath she took sent a surge a few feet beyond the pair into the sands of their beach spot.

"Hnnggghh! Awwww shit-grah!"

He did not have much time to admire Rachel's orgasm as he felt his penis stiffening under her vaginal massages. A familiar sense of pressure mounted just at its base like normal and then continued to go beyond its limits.

Bobert gasped losing his footing with only the thrashing tigress to support him. His cock was throbbing, but nothing was coming out. Not like a real orgasm. Then he felt his balls join in. They had begun contracting as well, working in time with his prostate deep within. Eyes fluttered trying to take in such rapid-fire twitches. Yet the pressure inside his cock continued to build like everything was drawing on his last drop of fluid.

"DOOK!"

Then he felt it, so backed up it stretched his urethra on the way out. With one hard pulse, a thick wad of white cum surged against Rachel's cervix. The tigress had just finally started coming down only to feel warmth rush inside her to trigger another shuddering orgasm. Thankfully on a much smaller scale with her mind still reeling back into reality.

And then Bobert came again. His whole cock bulged against Rachel's walls filling her with a burst of thick seamen.

Another spasm, this time making the otter whimper and shudder in prolonged delight. It took almost two seconds before his stream of cum fully discharged, leaving much excess to seep around the corners of Rachel's vaginal lips.

"O-oh...oh god...ooooOOOOHHH!!"

The full climax Bobert experienced was not so much a pulse as it was a fire hose. He grabbed onto Rachel's side for dear life as cum shot out of him and did not stop. It was all he could do to stay upright as his sac squeezed hard around his balls to drain everything they had to offer.

Rachel's mouth hung open in a blind stupor feeling this fountain of cum forced inside her. She tried to look up past her curvy breasts and belly to make sure the poor otter was okay. He certainly seemed to be having the time of his life; tongue hanging out with eyes rolled back into a goofy smile. She placed a hand on her stomach and was shocked to find it actually swelling a little trying to keep so much otter batter inside her.

It was about ten seconds before Bobert's hose finally began to sputter and eventually cease the flow. With his last ounce of strength, he managed to find his footing long enough to dislodge from inside Rachel and plop comfortably against the thick fat of her thighs. He was way too tired to care about the backed up mix of their sex juices eager to flow out of her and soak his fur even worse.

Rachel was not about to get him up either. Hell, she could barely move her legs after all that. It was much more comfortable to lay back on her wet towel for a bit of sun drying. The wind was feeling great on the couples fur, working with the ocean waves to lull them into a quiet slumber.

Unlike the dozen or so people that had stopped to watch such a fantastic display of exhibitionism. The poor pigeon just wanted to sell some ice cream, and now odds were good this beach would be cleared out before the police even got here.

To his surprise, the pair of fox herms that had moved up after Bobert and Rachel turned to him with toothy smiles.

"We'll have whatever they had!" They said in unison.