Beach Babes and Crab Raves
Sand crunched under bare feet when a bikini-clad pair of babes made their way across a pristine beach. Sunlight cast down on the glittering blue oceans, and a cloudless sky to match, the water that gently rustled in the wind carrying a sea breeze scent. Gulls cried whenever they wheeled overhead. Hand-in-hand, the two women paused to take in the serene landscape.
“Perfection,” said Tree Hugger, her hair adorned by a wreath of flowers interwoven by her girlfriend, her shapeliness clad by a scant green two-piece bathing suit. A slight blush adorned her face and her eyes were half-lidded when she inhaled the natural scents. “What do you think, babe?”
“Oh yes! It's wonderful,” replied Fluttershy, whose voluptuous frame dwarfed even her partner's ample curves. She swept back her delicate pink mane, and carefully maneuvered past seashells and hermit crabs that barred their path, footprints left wherever the couple passed.
Soon, they reached the waters, which lashed over their ankles. The pair shivered.
Hugs turned to her also blushing partner and stroked her cheek with a crooked smile. “Wanna take a dip? Like we usually do? I mean, like, it's only the two of us around here, babe, so...”
Shy dipped her head to let her curtain of hair shadow her face. “I...um...okay,” she finished in a whisper.. “Y-you first.” She released her love's hands to let the hippie undress.
With a slight shrug, Hugs reached behind her for the string that tied on her bikini top. “Not like we haven't seen each other naked a thousand times, babe. But I do like to humor you.” Pulling the strings, her upper attire came away, the woman's freed titties left to bounce out into the open. The supple flesh took a moment to settle, as she intentionally shifted to help her bared tits sway.
Shy's blush deepened and her eyes widened as she peeked from her mane curtain at her lover's sizable breasts, topped by wide pink nipples, which already started to stiffen under a soft breeze. The hippie shot her a cheeky smile, and peeled down the bottom half to, her fuzzy cunt bared to her.
“Maybe I should shave this bush sometime. Glad you helped me trim it babe.” She stepped out of the bikini bottom and kicked it aside, her puffy pussy shrouded in a thin patch of downy hair.
Shy shook her head. “It's part of who you are! You look nice either way!”
With a titter and snicker she replied, “Thanks babe. Now it's your turn. Want some help?”
“N-no, I'll do it. Just...let me work myself up to it.” She took a deep breath, thankful for her partner's almost infinite patience. She'd never rushed her, always supported her, made her feel safe and secure. Like Tree, she started with her bikini top, which barely contained her massive milkers.
She bent forward to better reach the strings, her heavy hangers swaying pendulously as they threatened to fall free and wobbled in their prison. Finally, she allowed her top to fall.
Immediately, her undulating udders swung loose, swished back-and-forth, then clapped aloud when they connected, continuing to jiggle their titflesh for several moments before they stopped. Each milky mountain was topped by overly wide nipples that threatened to swallow the lower portion of her breasts, the inverted, pastel pink nubs ready to be teased out into the open.
“God you're hot babe~,” slurred and practically drooled Tree when she leered at her chest.
“Th-thank you.” Bolstered despite how her face profusely burned, Shy turned, still bent forward when she started to peel down her bottom half. The top of her buns were revealed, each heft buttock squished into her scant swimsuit, as her freed, pert asscheeks also bounced into view.
Every part of her was impossible plush, pliable, and perky perfection, a quick view of her puckered asshole and tight twat teased when she was forced to bow further forward to yank her bikini down. She yelped when a palm suddenly lashed out and in a snap made contact with a bared buttcheek.
“T-Tree~!” She squirmed and her now half-red bottom quaked under the impact.
“Sorry babe, couldn't help myself.” She chuckled to herself as Shy also stepped out of and used her foot to push aside her attire, then stood to face her, equally buttnaked and her pussy shaved clean. Their hands linked once more before the hippie cried, “Race you to the ocean, Flutterbuns!”
“Wait, I-!” But this time Hugs didn't listen and giggled when she darted ahead, a clump of wet sand and seawater kicked onto Shy's ankles when she broke into a sprint. She couldn't help but stare at the swivel of Tree's bare buttcheeks when she ran, her tits likewise left to bounce and sway.
Shy's own heaving hooters weighed her down when she strained to follow, but nonetheless she too started to laugh and beamed, a twinkle in her eye at how free she felt around her. They stuck to the shallows for the moment, breasts and buns left to bob and wobble under their carefree movements.
It always started with this, a bit of innocent play before the couple made love.
“Take this babe,” yelled Tree, who suddenly spun on her heel, scooped up handfuls of ocean water, and tossed them onto her love's bosom. Shy, in turn, tittered and splashed her back.
“St-stop it,” snickered Shy when the hippie closed the distance and started to tickle her.
“You know you love it babe,” she replied, and planted another wet, loud spank on her ass. Their lips crashed into each other's, their titties mashed into squished pancakes when their bodies rubbed and radiated body heat, Shy's inverted nipples indeed teased into the open as they touched Tree's buds.
Their breasts and nipples rubbed while they continued to make out, tongues twisted amidst wet smacks of their lips, their hands left to wander across marshmallow-soft, supple flesh.
They sank to their knees, continued to kiss and knead skin, all but oblivious to the fact that the sun started to set behind them. Gull shrieks died away, the air filled only with the wet smacks of their lips, and the muted laps of water each time a subdued wave washed over their knees. By now, they'd sunken a tad into the moist sands, their eyes only for their lover, their faces adorned by a blush.
“I-I'm wet,” whispered Shy, who felt her lower holes clench with need.
“Me too babe. Can't wait to dig in on a Fluttershy flower feast.” She winked and licked her lips, a hand pressed between Shy's breast, ready to push her back and dive down to eat her out.
“Go slow,” reminded Shy, despite how she wanted this even more than Tree. Her sex clenched harder upon itself in anticipation, her nipples painfully perky when she was titled back.
So lost were the lovers in their amorous activities, they failed to notice stirs further into the ocean, which darkened with the sun's drift down the horizon. Black masses clad in hooded robes started to drift towards the couple, a dozen silhouettes that waded their wet robes closer and closer.
One of the arrivals sniffed the air. Inhaled the lewd scent of moist, slick pussy. Below their robes, cocks started to swell from their sheathes, where they throbbed and dripped in anticipation.
Growls and chitters sounded from their hoods. They inched nearer by the second.
Lost in their lip-lock, the two failed to notice when shadows fell over them, their eyes closed when the Tree planted butterfly kisses down Shy's neck, between and over her breasts, the tips of her areola, her slim belly, down to her bare snatch where she traced her taut slit.
Tree planted a wet, noisy smack on Shy's butthole. “Mmm~. Read now, babe?”
“I am...ah!” Gasps turned to a scream when Shy opened an eye, and spotted the robed mass that hovered near them. She scrambled to her feet, Tree also alerted as she too shot up.
The hippie stood protectively in front of her lover and yelled, “Who are you?”
Low hisses rose from under their hoods, which dripped drool. Hugs seized Shy's hand and broke into a sprint. Packets of wet sand and splashes of water were kicked up on their swift trip back towards the beach, the naked, nubile nymphs left to heave as their breasts and buttocks swayed and wobbled under their intense, wild movements, their hearts and minds consumed by escape.
The robed cultists appeared to float when they offered chase. Their eyes were pinned on the hips and asses of their prey, which swayed in a wiggle of wide assflesh amidst their desperate run, the formerly blue sky now blackened by the moment as they climbed across the beach.
Yet wherever the couple turned, all they found was a seemingly endless desert, all signs of civilization that they'd arrived from having vanished from the land. They couldn't see the rocky cliffs that led to the road, nor even a cave, abandoned to a vast beach and the dark ocean.
Minutes passed in their mad dash. Perspiration started to pour down their supple skin. Shy huffed and heaved, where a dot of sweat rolled down an udder, settled on a pert nibble bud, then dripped away like a stray bead of milk. “I...I'm sorry Tree, I...*huff*...can't run much...*huff*...further...”
“Don't...*huff*...throw in the towel...*huff*...yet babe,” wheezed out Tree, but whenever her eyes surveyed the darkened desolation before them, she realized it was hopeless. No matter how hard and far they ran, they'd simply die tired. Or whatever these cultists had in mind for them!
Both of them skidded to a stop when the mass materialized before them. They found themselves surrounded from all sides, where the robed cult members stood stock still in silence.
Shy squeaked, “Wh-what do you want...?” She swallowed hard and paled when their hoods were drawn back, the slimy scales of fish faces, complete with fin ears were unveiled. Their robes were also dropped to pool around their lithe, muscled frames, each of the male monstrosities adorned by a pair of ribbed, dense crimson penises, which violently twitched and drizzled drops of their desire.
Swollen balls expanded and contracted below their dual cocks, flooded with blood when their nostrils flared to inhale more of their moist, musky pussies, worked up by their makeout session.
“N-no!” Shy took a step back. Slipped on her sweaty heel. “Oof!” She landed on her plush butt, an imprint of her sizable ass left in the dune and a sandy cloud kicked up around her.
“Babe! Ack-!” Tree yelped when a cultist pulled her by a braided lock. She found herself face-to-face with the fish-and-man hybrid, the stink of raw meat on his razor-sharp teeth. A warm tinkle dribbled down her inner thigh when he pulled her down, where she crashed to her knees. Instantly, his already slick pair of cocks slapped across her face, between her wide eyes, his heat radiant.
His members drew across her face. Smeared precum across her expression, which soured, her sweat-soaked breasts left to continually heave as his liquid lust dripped down them and her belly.
His claw clasped around her skull. She turned her cheek when he pushed her forward, where his cocks furiously throbbed and rubbed over her pre-soaked skin, her head wrenched to face his crotch as one of his tips started to prod at her lips, Tree forced to inhale his own animal musk.
Struck by his breathed in pheromones, she'd emptied her bladder onto the sands, her tight swollen slit now inflamed when she dripped her own unwanted desire. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his twin cocks. She wanted to feel them more. Taste them. Take them into her.
Shy received similar treatment, pulled by her mane onto her knees by another fish monster.
Shy's heart raced and her breasts swelled with each strained breath. Terror started to surrender when she sucked in his musk, soon turned to curiosity. Gills billowed on the sides of each beast. She'd always loved animals. Knew they needed care. That like the two of them, they had needs...
She barely resisted when her own head was forcibly craned to face the abomination, it precum likewise rubbed and smeared over her soon sloppy features. She felt his heated robs throb for release, drip down her suspended udders, on her knees in submission for the beast.
Around them, the other cultists stroked their shafts with clawed hands. The two that pinned their captives thrust their hips forward, their lips brutishly parted to take their tips in, while their other fleshly spears continued to rub between their eyes and over their slutty, sloppy faces.
Coughing, choking, and gagging on the sudden instructions, Hugs and Shy found their mouths and throats filled by slick, slimy meat, their taste buds left to dance under slimy, savory precum that oozed down their gullets. Their necks distended under the largest objects ever stuffed into them, and threatened to make them vomit, tears in the corners of their eyes as they were violated.
Nonetheless, their pussies and assholes constricted with drippy desire, forced by the claws on their domes to fully hilt their mouths balls deep on monstrous cocks. Then, their heads were yanked back by the hair until only the tips filled their lips, before they were driven back down to swallow them. Slow at first, their heads bobbed up-and-down, their hot mouthpussies used and abused.
“Mmph~!” Squeaks and squeals arose from the buxom babes turned bottom bitches, reduced to little more than fresh fuckmeat, to the point where the inhalation of their musk and the loss of control to the dominant demon fish struck them with their first, messy, squirty climaxes.
Pussy nectar shot across the ankles of their rapists and over the dunes. Their muscles slackened, surrendered to their captors, rendered submissive and breedable. The onlookers started to reach out scaled claws while they were facefucked. Groped their tasty titties, buttocks, and snatches.
Supple flesh was pulled. Spread. Left to clap and clap when they quivered back into place.
Nipples were pulled. Twisted. Titties and asses kneaded and slapped.
Now certain their mates could take it, the monsters that kept them pinned to their knees fucked faster. With more ferocity. Their scaly, lean hips a blur as the women were forced to throat them. They drank down a steady stream of precum, which filled their bellies with salty warmth.
Finally, the pair were hilted to the balls one last time, faces held in place into their crotches as the fish men cast back their heads in a shrill, continuous howl. Their swelled up testicles unloaded. Guzzled down spunk ballooned their bitches' cheeks, unable to drink it all down in time.
Excess burned their nostrils when it exploded out. Rather than choke them on their cocks, the fish men mercifully released their grips on their heads, where Shy and Tree pulled back and choked out globs of splooge, more cumshots left to rain across their faces and tits each time they were rained on. Shot-after-shot of cum slapped their flesh, joined in by the jacking off fish cultists, who also started to unloaded spunk all over them from every direction in shrill screams of their own.
Soon, the baptized bukkake basted bottom bitches belched their slimy seed. Covered head-to-toe in their emissions, forced to close their eyes so that it didn't run into them as they came once more. Globs trickled and swayed from their lips, nostrils, and tits, swayed and oozed down flesh.
With their mates properly readied, they were hurled back to their feet and lifted into the swarm.
Seized by their arms and ankles, their legs were spread open, thighs parted to admit them in. Not that they needed to force them open, the eyes of their brood babes now hazed over with lust, swathed in makeup of their bukkake. Dick tips prodded at their slick, lower orifices.
Soon, the monstrosities pushed their way inside. Shy and Tree moaned together, a lewd chorus upon penetration, their pussies and assholes spread wide. Their swollen cocks filled them, left a visible imprint on their tummies when their sluts were sheathed. Another messy squirt washed over their shafts and balls, as their tips mashed on their cervices, strained to pierce and claim their wombs. Pressure was continually applied, until with a wet pop, each cervix swallowed their dicks.
“Oh shit~,” squeaked Tree, as her eyes rolled into her head and she drooled amidst another climax.
“F-fudge~,” wheezed Shy, who also came when their dicks traced across the slippery walls of their wombs, and their bowels were similarly speared. Soon, the fish men started to properly thrust, slow at first and then the rhythm picked up, driven to properly breed them and fill them with their seed.
Their tits bounced and asscheeks slapped under the onslaught. Pierced pussies were pounded. Assholes were annihilated. The beasts hotly drooled over them, hissed and shrieked in triumph, no mercy shown to their breeder bitches, whose cunts and buttholes milked their meaty intruders.
Their spacious mouths widened and took their titties into them. Suckled and pulled on the wet flesh, bit into but didn't quite break the skin, batted them about on their ribbed cocks.
Then, claws behind the babes yanked their heads back, more dicks forced into their mouths and rubbed across their faces while they were spitroasted. Groans sounded from the ones buried in their orifices, where they fired directly into their uteri with a cry, their cores packed by cum-shot-after-cumshot that impacted their slimy, fertile walls until their bellies started to swell.
Despite how their stomachs threatened to burst, a wet pop sounded when dicks withdrew. Gaped fuckholes spat out clumps of cum that bubbled and drooled out, but the moment their ankles were dropped another pair of monsters raced to replace them, their emptied holes stuffed anew.
They nearly vomited more cum dumped down their throats and marked across their features, where likewise, more in the circle moved in to sheathe their mouths and continue to spitroast them. Over-and-over, they took them, staked their claim on them, relentlessly fucked them silly.
Their minds dulled. Their world became sex. This was their purpose. To be bred. Used.
Eventually, the creatures started to switch their positions. Fucked them sideways. Doggystyle. In a mating press, their asses and pussies pounded into the sand. Stretched in ways that tested even the limber pair, no doubt their poor, pulverized pussies and ravished rectums would be sore.
Then, they were carried like sacks of potatoes to the ocean. Their faces shoved into the waters when the tide continued to come in, forced to inhale salty water as they were taken on all fours like bitches in heat, their asscheeks slapped and clapped under each hyper hump into their holes.
Said orifices constricted around their intrudfers, breath forced from them, which merely made their climaxes more powerful, their flesh shaken and left to quiver under the monsters that double-fucked them into submission. Finally, seconds before they drowned, they yanked their hair up.
Shy and Tree sputtered and heaved their bare bosoms, in absolute bliss as they were humiliated and abused, turned into cumdumpsters as a line formed to continue their use of them. By now, the moon started to dip below the horizon, both uncertain of how many times they were taken.
They winced and mewled as sharp nails raked across their tits and ass, the skin marked by red lines but not broken. Another orgasm all but broke their brain, as the pair of omen almost passed out from the marathon while they were mated, where their hands linked as they were fucked raw.
After they ran another round on their asses, and the sun started to crawl into view with the dawn, another blast of spunk rained on their backs and butts. They were dropped onto the beach, and for a moment a shred of sanity returned, Shy and Tree left to wonder if this were it. Would they be eaten, now that the monstrosities were apparently moved in? They resigned themselves to fate.
Instead, the cultists carried the pair back to a cave that inexplicably materialized in the distance. They were set within the cool stone, watched over by the cult. Protected, Shy realized. Reduced to their brood birthers, to be used and spit their spawn from their wet cunts until they expired.
Bellies overstuffed with cum sloshed and they leaked from their orifices, their eggs drowned in sperm and their ovum fertilized. Already, Shy could swear she felt unborn creatures squirm inside her, but that was impossible, wasn't it? Still, she obsessively rubbed her tummy with ambivalence.
When Hugs took her hand, their fingers linking, she forced a smile. At least her lover would be by her side. Tree, too, managed a strained, lazy smirk, like her partner her mane a tangled mess, aware that once the beasts were worked up, this would all start up anew until they swelled to pop.
In time, the two of them would drift off. Only for hours later to be awakened when they found more cocks shoved into them, the impaled nymphs taken for a fresh ride in a slap of wet flesh. And while they cum had drained from them, their stomachs were inside bloated with fish spawn.
The unhatched creatures sloshed and rubbed across their slippery uterus walls, helped drive more watery orgasms from the pair, who moaned and locked lips when their faces were pushed closer. There was no escape from this horny hell, so they may as well make a heaven from it!
Shy narrowed her eyes and craned her neck when a silhouette fell across the cave's mouth, another figure in a hooded robe paused in place, feminine lips twisted in a smile on her half-exposed, shadowed face. “Did you have fun? After all, the Cult of the Nemesis has its needs...”
While the beasts continually railed them Shy weakly mumbled, “Who...who are you?”
“Just an old friend,” teased the robed woman. “A Great and Powerful one~!” She undid her robes, allowed them to collapse around her feet, Trixie's voluptuous body bared to them.
There was a swagger in her steps, her hips left to sway and her bountiful breasts to jiggle under each exaggerated step. She appeared human, like them...save for a small unicorn horn that arose from her temple. “Don't worry, my slutty friends! Trixie will endeavor to help you relieve the pack~!”
“You mean us,” came the echo of another, more chipper voice behind her. Another robed figure made her way in, and let her shroud drop behind her, the woman also horned and could have been Trixie's twin, were she not clearly much younger and with her eyes violet and her long mane platinum, its ends also frayed in a violet touch. “Mother, I told you to wait for me!”
“Come then, my sweet little Beatrix Belladonna. Let us do our duty for the order!” Trixie met the well-fucked eyes of Shy and Tree. “Maybe you've heard of us? Most people call us-”
“-the Cult of the Nemesis,” finished Beatrix. “At least, that's the moniker forced on our order!”
“Don't concern yourself with that,” said Trixie. “Merely what our nubile bodies are built for!” She pushed her way in first, rubbed her massive mammaries on the scaled bodies of the fish men that crowded her and started to stroke their presented dicks, which bobbed and oozed precum.
Beatrix also shoved her way into the mass. “Rut us! Fill my mom and I with your spawn!” She and Trixie squealed in delight, bent over a moss-lined rock by a duo of devils and their fuckholes claimed without ceremony. Rut-lust overtook the swarm, offered a new pair of fertile females.
Their Great and Powerful Asses were pounded, each clap left to echo around the caverns. Some of the cultists not occupied with Shy and Tree lined up for their turn, to spill their seed in their new brood stock and ensure that they were inseminated. Trixie and Beatrix moaned as they made out.
Their wrists were held and drawn back so that their rutters could claim them deeper. Harder. Make them scream and squeal like whores each time they were dominated, impaled on their rods.
This was what they were born for. To spit out demon spawn, the rest of their lives spent heavily knocked up, their brains melted after wracked by unspeakable bliss. When the first shots were fired into their cores, mother-and-daughter screamed in delight and shook so hard their knees almost slackened, as they squirted across the laps of their intruders, their sphincters and cunts creamed.
The deed done, the fish men pulled out of them, where more replaced them. Beatrix Belladonna told herself this was fate. That she was born to play the 'Dark Messiah' to the Cult of the Nemesis, fallen in battle to their endless forces, she and her mother forcibly indoctrinated to serve them.
And serve them, they did. Their limber, nubile bodies offered to them.
“More...more...” Pleaded Trixie as her eyelids fluttered.
Beatrix added, “Take us! Use us! We'll help you capture more women to breed~!”
The first load already made Trixie's and Beatrix's bellies sag, their hanging breasts swung like pendulums each time their frames were shoved forward when they were forcefully fucked. Nipples were pulled and pinched like they wanted to milk them, their breaths throaty as they mewled.
Soon, the four females would bear the offspring of eldritch beast that would flood a fallen world. And a shadow would loom across the land by the Cult of the Nemesis, led by their Dark Messiah.
Author's Note
A non-canon event in my continuity. Hope you like this Halloween treat I whipped up!
