A Dazzling Day At The Beach.

The waves crashed onto the sandy shore of the beach with vigor, it was a beautiful, beautiful Memorial Day. The start of Summer, the best day of the year. I stood on the rocks that jutted a few miles or so out into the ocean herself, my arms at my sides like an anatomy drawing. As the salt air invaded my nostrils, and the sun kissed my skin with its light. No matter what, it never seemed to tan my creamy pale skin. "Ah Summer." I said softly before looking back to my real prize, The Dazzlings.

Adagio; Aria and Sonata all sat in their beach chairs, content and at peace as the shade of their parasols shielded them from the harsh sunlight. They looked drop dead sexy. Adagio in her tight red two piece, and Aria and Sonata in blue to light green ones, I loved my life sometimes. No, all the time. I made my across the rocks to them, their sun kissed bodies of the bathing beauties was like the sultry sirens of the great Homer's lore, only I didn't need to stuff wax in ears for their divinity. Then I saw, them.

"Hey ladies, you order some fine slices of grade A Beef?" He asks my beloved Adagio. He's an image ripped right from some old surfer movie, his body a tanned sun kissed yellowish bronze; muscles like some ad from Men's Health magazine, popping and rippling. His long blonde sandy hair as he flexed for The Dazzlings...MY Dazzlings. His companion was a black haired, and oiled body type with more a tinge of grey to his skin, I never understood that about most people here, until I learned the whole...it reflects a pastel colored pony verse thing, long story. Two overly compensated, bulging muscled meat heads making a move on my girlfriends, and me a thin, wiry and creamy skinned weakling. I knew that my girls wouldn't betray me, wouldn't betray me...wait, why the sudden Frank Miller repetition? Eh whatever. I had to be cautious as I made my way over the muscle beach meat heads.

"Hey...uh fellas...those...those are my girlfriends you're hitting on." I say softly as they turn; my voice like the soft cries of a little dove. They turn to see who dares to interrupt their display of alpha male prowess to the sun kissed goddesses before them. Two men of steel versus a little Johnny. They turn to me and I see they have added dark shades to the orange and yellow (on Blondie and grey respectively) speedos. How lame can you get?

"Oh sorry little bro," he says with nothing but contempt for me, I can hear it in his voice that he's not moved by the skinny pale guy telling him to back off. I stand by ground as Blondie walks over to me and chuckles softly as he flicks my nose making a soft 'Point!' Sound as he does.

"Hey ladies, ditch the shrimp and party with some REAL men. Real strong and studly men." Grey says with a soft laughter as he makes sure to make his move and go full on Chip en Dale dancer and starts gyrating his hips ever so slightly in Adagio's direction, making sure not to get too close or to put too much emphasis on the raging penis behind the thin strip of latex he wore to the beach. Adagio chuckles softly then lowers her shades while lifting up the sun hat on her head and narrows her eyes at him. Atta girl, I know you wouldn't hurt me or leave me for some muscle bound beach bum.

"Sorry boys, but a real man isn't someone who feels a compulsion to show off the way you two have, call us when you outgrow you huggies okay?" The other girls chuckle softly and Aria and Sonata hold their hands out to her, Adagio returns the favor. I run up to her and hold her close. Her orange-tan and gold skin simmers at my touch. She's like Starfire the way she holds me and it feels like her skin could sizzle my own from her gentle touch. The other males aren't amused.

"Sure, you girls have fun with the little man.'' Blondie says with a huff and scoff as he and his friend head off someplace. Grey retorts;

"Yeah but if you lovely ladies wanna see some real men, you babes know where to find us." He says as they both head off, a spray of sand my way. I grad Sonata's parasol and use it like a shield, their sand attack misses. I laugh as they leave with what's left of their dignity. I feel the Dazzlings cuddle my sides as they push the beach chairs as close as they can. Aria cuddles my left; Sonata my right, and I rest on top of Adagio's sun soft, sun kissed skin. She holds me close in her arms, I do the same with her surrogate sisters. They purr like kittens in my arms, and I cuddle and snuggle them all.

"Girls?" I ask as I feel the soft skin and the heat of the sun on my body. The heat radiating feels surprisingly good on me, I love the sunlight when it shines down on me, especially when I have my beloved Dazzlings at my side.

"Hmmm?" Aria asks as Sonata kisses my neck then softly suckles on it. I moan and shudder as I feel she's using her siren tongue, slightly longer and pointed at the tip, like her seafaring origins. As she does, I can't help but think of how the sands and surfs of the beach must be reminding them of home. Their real homes, the magic of Equestria, where the oceans they once swam in were shared with sea serpents; Capricorns, and Hydras. An image in my mind of them hiding in the depths to avoid being lunch for those monsters, did the other Equestrians ever consider that while they weren't without their own demons back then, that The Dazzlings had predators of their own?

"I'm not like those guys back there; I'm not built like a tank or all THAT good looking, why did you stay with me?" I feel somewhat stupid asking, I almost already know the answer, and yet I need to know.

"Because you love us for more than just our bodies and see us for more than...this." Aria says as she runs her hands along her body, she makes sure to tug on the strings of her green leather bikini thongs, hot damn she knows how to get my engine running, but I hold back.

"You know I saw you for so much more when no body else would. A memory comes back to us, as much as they don't enjoy thinking of it.

Defeated and powerless, and then humiliated. No one understood them the way I did then or do now. Lost girls that needed the guidance and the care, the love and compassion a male can have toward the fairer sex in their hour of need. I look over at Sonata, She shivers in the salty sea wind chill, like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my voice in her ear, "You girls...complete me." I say to them all. Sonata only goes stiff for a moment, "care for a soda?" I ask as I reach into the cooler behind the chairs and hand her a cold diet Pepsi, the can perspires in my hands as her gentle, slender fingers accept it.

"Sure. I’ll take one." She says popping the tab and taking a sip, her swan like neck gently bobs and nods as the icy sweet liquid flows down it. "You’re everything a girl could ever want John, Sweet as a homemade cupcake." She adds when she breaks her drink for air.

"Just like how you’re all everything a guy could ever want, and I don't mean It’s not just your faces; or your…figures, or even or your voices. The ones you had before or after you got your powers back and uncovered your true forms. It’s your eyes most of all, my God all the things I see in your eyes." I tell the lot of them as the warmth of three bodies seems to over power the celestial body shining on us.

"What is it you see in our eyes?" Adagio asks as her amethyst ones seem to glow the way her siren power often made them. I kiss her lips with a little peck before I give my answer.

"I see a crazy calm in your's Dagi; Aria has the devil's fury but the angels grace, and Sonata. Oh Sonata, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return, what if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp, her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night....Romeo and Juliet, act two, scene two." I say with the memory of a thespian at the globe, thank you Ms. Cheerilee.

"Hey why did she get the quote from the classic?" Adagio says with a huff. The wind rises electric for a moment in the tension, but it passes as they're all so soft and warm and almost weightless in our four way embrace. the girls' sweat is surprisingly sweet, a promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell them all,

"Everything will be alright, I'm sorry Dagi." I tell the three of them that I’ll save them from whatever we may face in the muddy tide pool that is our future, I tell Them… "I love you, all of you." The surf pounds the sand; the water stars to rise, the tide's coming in. I could almost let it carry the chairs away like the survivors adrift in the great sea before us, but the girls get up from the chairs start to fold them up as Sonata grabs the cooler and parasols. Aria says we need to move up the shore. I feel naked without their warm bodies, but I know it's only for a minute or two.