Sunlight bore down on the sandy beach, where crystal clear waters washed in waves across the shore. In the 'Cyberverse' many parts of the mega cities which stretched across the horizons were tinged in perpetual night, yet the city never truly slept either, bathed in neon lights and flashing advertisements. However, aside from the skyscrapers, a mountain range could be seen from her, framed by a blue sky with the occasional fluffy white cloud that complimented its beauty.
For some citizens, it was difficult to believe any portion of the natrural world remained, since most couldn't afford to leave the city limits. Yet with a new mayor, some people hoped that would soon change. One of these idealists was Eclipsed Heart, popstar princess and leader of the band B.A.B.E. With her hot pink ponytail, large eyes that matched in color, and a plus figure with charcoal skin, she immediately stood out, especially since she'd arrived at the sea wall in a tiny pink bikini.
She wished her boyfriend could make it, but since his own band was still on tour, she hunched over and sent him a text on her cellphone before she put it away on the cab she arrived in. She asked the cabbie, “Are you sure that's enough? We'll probably want to stick around well after nightfall!”
The driver, Spike, waved it off with a smile. “Hey, don't worry about it! You already paid me a small fortune, probably a hundred times what I'd usually make in a day! Plus, er, the view's nice.” His cheeks colored, as he tried his hardest to look respectfully at the beach babes that arrived.
Wherever one looked, they wore similar scanty, scandalous bathing suits, slings and thongs that left very little to the imagination, the fabric so thin perky nipples and the outline of vulvas were faintly visible beneath. He swallowed hard and reached for a mug of fresh, steamy coffee.
“You're so sweet!” She beamed back. “Sure you don't want to join us?”
“Eer, I wouldn't want to impose on an all-girl trip. Maybe later? Gonna get some shut eye for now.” He doffed his cap, picked up a newspaper, and tried not to leer when she turned and headed to the stone stairs which led to the beach, his gaze locked on the swivel of hips and pert buttocks. More women stepped out from the back of his cab, or from other vehicles that arrived.
Some of them, such as Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and Vinyl Scratch, were old pals. Then, there were Eclipsed's bandmates. First came Wispy Willow, a tigress nekomata with two-toned, black-and-white hair done up in a Chinese-style double-bun, and an accent to match. With a supple pear-shaped build, a size or two wider on the bottom, she wore a sensual crimson bikini. Her striped tail split into two behind her, and shook with her posterior when she strutted ahead.
Then, there was her sister, Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, a vixen with tails to match her namesake. Golden-yellow fur and a copper-colored, silky mane adorned the statuesque woman, who partially obscured her features behind her locks. Like Wispy, they were products of banned experimentation. She, too, dressed in skimpy swimwear, a black ensemble to contrast her thin, velvety fur coat.
Spike swallowed an instinctive whistle at the view of all the half-naked beauties.
So lost was he in the moment, he yelped when Wispy suddenly blocked his view, face-to-face with a smirk. “Hhm, what's on your mind, bad boy? Ready to see how spicy this meet up is about to turn?” She brushed the partially crumpled newspaper aside. “Kinda old-fashioned, don't you think?”
“I like the classics,” he defended.
“I'm sure you do~.” Wispy bent forward past him to better read the paper, so close that her barely hidden breasts were suspended in his face and swayed, the tips of her nipples poked into the fabric. He swallowed hard, the newspaper rustled when he shifted it to better hide his hard on.
“Bah? The sports section, really? We can do better than that! Here!” She leaned into the car, halfway shuffled over the seat, and her soft breasts squished and rubbed across his face in the process, before he was treated to her hip and striped asscheek pressed into his own cheek, her tails and butt shaking back-and-forth while she dug through her bag. “Ah, here it is!” She tossed a PlayPony magazine onto his lap, the cover adorned by a famous model, Fleur de Lis, near a state of undress.
Spike frowned. “Uh, thanks?”
“Don't mention it!” She shifted back out of the window to face him. “You can keep it! Just try not to leave any stains, okay? It's a collector's item!” She snickered, slid out fully, and scampered off.
His curiosity peaked, he made sure none of the girls' eyes were on him before he cracked open the magazine, skimmed some articles to find something that caught his interest, and paused whenever he came to a section where the lovely Fleur bared it all in tasteful, sensuous poses, particularly when he came to the foldout, the tall model sculpted to absolute perfection, a feast for his eyes.
Already, his mind wandered to all the succulent women here in a similar, denuded state.
Meanwhile, rather than bother with the stone stairs, Wispy cheerfully shouted when she leaped down and landed, clawed feet first, into the dunes below, and kicked up a sandcloud. Seashells and seaweed decorated the wet sands further ahead, and a few small crabs scuttled past.
Near her, Kitsune sailed down with help from her nine tails and touched down with the sands practically untouched when she balanced on a toe. Gulls squaked and squealed overhead, her ears perked when she listened to them, her nostrils flared when she breathed in the salty air.
“Showoff,” teased Wispy at how her sister landed.
“I didn't intend to be flashy,” admitted Kitsune in a soft-spoken voice, who drew her arms close to herself. “Honestly, I'd prefer not to draw attention. This swimsuit reveals a tad too much.”
“Trust me, they'll love it! You have a killer body! All the beach babe bitches here do!”
“Imoto,” chided Kitsune. “Do not speak of our friends that way.”
“Lighten up! We're all sexy as hell, and we know it! That's why we left all the boys behind, other than that puppy Spike, since I doubt they could keep their hands off all this hotness! Come on!” She took her by the hand, directed her further in to where Sunset placed down some towels.
Ahead, Eclipsed let the shallow waves splash over her feet with a pleasant shiver, and beyond her Rainbow Dash swam in the ocean, her wet, lean form left to sparkle under the sun's rays.
Music boomed from Vinyl Scratch's customized car when it pulled to a stop. Eyes hidden behind colored shades and a body hidden by very little indeed, she flashed a smile down the sea wall, and carried a cooler with her when she headed in, another of many invited still to come.
Over the next hour, more women made an appearance. The friendly rival band to B.A.B.E., composed of three women and known as S.L.U.T. Their leader, Carrion Hellfire, had a wild, spiky, half-shaven punk mane, her lean and toned form adorned by a metallic bikini with a sheen and spikes where her nipples should be. A metallic plume lined her arms, which she used to sail down.
Next came Obrya Slithervane, a woman so tall she dwarfed most people, especially with the coiled up snake tail that made up her lower half. Lime-colored hair delicately slithered down her bare shoulders, adorned by a necklace of shrunken skulls that served as a bra but otherwise nude, flesh bled into scales in a way where her heart-shaped buttocks and vulva were on full display.
Lastly, Riptide Ruth, a mountain of muscle and a land shark, stomped wherever she walked despite how softly she tried to walk. Even compared to Obrya, she was a titan, dressed in camo pants, combat boots, and a tanktop, a variety of beach equipment carried in her chiseled arms.
Eclipsed's eyes sparkled when they came their way. “I knew you'd come!”
“Good to see ya,” said Carrion with a rasp, whose crooked grin revealed sharp, metal-tipped teeth. “Good thing these cybernetics are water-proof, huh slags?” She tilted her head back at her band, who carved a path across the sands they crossed. “Hey, Ripper, it's yer natural element!”
“That it is,” replied Ruth, who planted down the equipment, each collapsed piece folded out with mechanized whirs. The land shark released a few drones which whirred to life. “Gonna send these babies out to keep watch over the area. Just in case. Don't want peepers in our private area.”
“I can't really blame them~,” said Obrya in her slow, seductive voice with a shimmy of her hips and snake tail. “Mmm, a shame my boyfriend wasn't able to make it. Girly eye candy as far as the eye can see, but only a lone male specimen!” She wiggled her elongated tongue at the cab driver, and removed the one garment she wore, the necklace of skulls, and languishly stretched with arms raised and her back arced to thrust out her heavy breasts, her serpentine eyes closed.
Carrion said, “Time to make ourselves more comfortable, yeah? Don't be shy!” She removed her metal bikini, bared her lean, toned body to the salty breeze with a chuckle. “C'mon, Ripper!”
Riptide Ruth awkwardly looked between everyone. “I know I'm not much to look at, so don't mind me, but I'm sure the ocean'll fill nice on my shark skin.” Her face colored a little when she stripped, her taut mass of muscles unable to hide her massive breasts. The band's techie went ahead first, waded into the waters, then dived into a deeper portion to swim beside Rainbow Dash.
Gentle waves lapped over Dash, who tried not to stare at the self-conscious shark woman. From what she knew of Ruth, she was ex-military, where she'd been experimented on, upped her muscle mass, testosterone, even altered her sexual preferences as a side-effect, which had made her a perfect fit when Carrion Hellfire recruited her into an all-lesbian hardcore band...albeit, poster girl Obrya Slithervane was actually bisexual and only played the sapphic part for her public persona.
Bolstered by her nude presence, Dash yanked away her own bikini, balled them up, and tossed the wet fabric all the way onto the shore, thankful that Eclipsed fetched it for her so it wouldn't be washed away. Then, the athlete did a few backstrokes with closed eyes and a lazy smile.
One-by-one, peer pressure and eroded inhibitons made more of the women cast away their clothes. Wispy Willow let her breasts bounce free, and bent over to step out of the bottom piece, which she kicked aside with a snicker. Vinyl Scratch, too, who'd set up her sound system, also performed as a DJ in the nude, which she often had at her own private, popular club.
While the drinks from Vinyl's cooler were non-alcoholic, the sweet flavor hit Eclipsed Heart with her own small buzz, her charcoal cheeks aflame when she hiccuped. She sat on a fold out chair, under an umbrella to shade her. “Th-this is nice,” she said, a little shaky on her feet.
Wispy leaned forward to meet her face with a laugh. “Don't tell me you're already in sugar shock, sweetheart? Why don't you slip out of that swimsuit, go for a swim?” She tugged at Eclipsed's bikini strings, which Eclipsed barely held onto before her attire slinked away. “C'mon, it'll be fun~!”
“I-I don't know...” Eclipsed crushed the soda can and put it in a waste bin. Yet when she saw more invited beach beauties come, and quickly discard their own costumes, she finally stood and allowed her own bikini to fall away, her dark skin contrasted by the sunshine that bore down on her.
A couple of arrivals included Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, a pair of nudists that came in the latter's old-fashioned van, and Babs Seed, former head of the mercenary crew B.A.B.S., before she sold the rights to Eclipsed Heart, who'd turned it into her band B.A.B.E. Babs now served as a mechanic, who'd worked behind the scenes in the last contest, the athletic woman supple where it counted.
Wispy whistled when the women bared themselves, too. “What about you, sister?”
“I shouldn't,” said Kitsune with a blush and her face half-hidden by her coppery mane. The vixen looked to Sunset, who hadn't undressed yet unlike most of them, and her heart skipped a beat.
Gently, Sunset took the fox's hand and smiled. “Come on.” She led her away to a more private area, past a boulder covered in moss, to a palm tree that cast a spacious shadow, framed by the backdrop of murky caves that met the sea wall. “You don't have to, but maybe it'll be easier if I'm first?”
That said, Sunset slowly undid her top, and allowed her breasts to fall out with a sway before they settled into place. Gradually, she then stepped out of the bottom portion, a muff with a short flame of pubic hair above her snatch revealed. She blushed at the vixen with a coquettish smile.
“You...you are beautiful,” whispered Kitsune.
“Thanks! So are you,” she replied. “Do you want to head back, or-?”
“W-wait,” pleaded Kitsune, who'd seized her wrist a bit more firmly than anticipated. Sunset turned to face her. “I...I-I l-like...” She trailed off, tried to turn and pull away, but found Sunset's hand close firmly over her own, the vixenx drawn closer until her snout crushed into soft, warm lips.
Gradually, the ex-assin melted into Sunset's tender, yet passionate kiss. Felt her thin-furred and barely clad statuesque body press into Sunset's own. The pair embraced against the palm tree trunk, then their hands started to wander experimentally. Guiding Sunset's fingers to her swimsuit, she allowed her to undo it, slip it from her succulent body, fully bared to Sunset's curious eyes.
When their mouths disconnected, they were still tethered by mixed saliva, and their bosoms heaved with pent up frustrations finally released. “Sunset admitted, “I'm usually more into boys, honestly. Not sure I could ever settle down with a chick, no matter how cute and sweet she is.”
“O-oh.” Kitsune's ears flattened.
“But! That doesn't mean we can't have some fun, does it? Just figure I should tell it to you straight, I don't intend to string someone who's crushing on me along. Believe me, I've had a few hookups in the past, with Rainbow Dash and Babs Seed, but they didn't last. But, we can still date?”
“...I'd like that,” confessed Kitsune, who allowed her to lead her back out onto the beach.
They strolled hand-in-hand, let the shallow waves comb over their feet, the DJ's techno music a distant thrum. Kitsune wished Beatrix and Oona could have come, but knew the pair of travelers between the stars were busy in their own worlds, able to cross between the multiverse. A volleyball net had been set up, and at Sunset's insistence the couple decided to play a few rounds, where they teamed up with Eclipsed, Wispy, Rainbow, and Babs Seed. Their opponents were Carrion, Riptide, Obrya, Fluttershy, Tree Hugger, and Vinyl Scratch, while Spike was called in to play referee. The cabbie swallowed hard, but nonetheless descended the stairs down the sea wall and took a whistle.
“Get out of that uniform,” teased Wispy, who practically ripped off his clothes.
“Okay, okay!” Spike stripped himself down to his boxers, his body lean but chiseled.
Wispy snickered. “Heh he. Why don't you take it all off...?” She pulled on his shorts.
“Not sure I-” Yet he found himself liberated from his scant attire, and his hard on bounced free with a bob, red-faced. “I-I'm sorry! I can't help it!” He tried not to stare at all the beach beauties.
“I don't think they mind,” said Wispy. “Now, you know the rules, don't you?” He nodded. “Good! Then flip the coin and call who starts! Tails,” she declared with a shake of her own striped tails.
He flipped the out-of-fashion coin. “Sorry. Heads.” She pouted, but returned to her spot on one side of the net, whereupon Carrion spiked the volleyball. The sphere hurled back-and-forth, cybnertics, magic, and any extra appendages such as Obrya's tail banned from the contest. He kept track of each point scored, his eyes drawn to the bounce of breasts and butts with their movements.
They worked themselves into a sweaty mess. Rainbow Dash, Wispy Willow, Carrion Hellfire, and Babs Seed proved particularly competitive. Glistening , supple physiques, bared snatches, and the wobble of tits and asses filled his view wherever he looked, as his cock painfully throbbed without release, no doubt Wispy's choice to further tease him! He desperately wanted to touch himself, to scratch that terrible itch, but instead they continued to tempt him in a wobble of bare skin.
An hour passed before the game reached its end. He whistled and determined the score, 23 to 21, with Carrion's side declared the winner. “No hard feelings I hope, huh slags?” She shook Dash's hand, while Eclipsed huffed her chest and collapsed onto the dunes. Wispy bent over, hands on her knees while she panted, and stared at Ruth, the land shark slow but able to block shots well.
Sunset tossed her wet mane. “We could always trade players, try another round later.”
“Yeah,” shouted Dashie. “Then, we'll really beat those cute butts!” She crossed under the net, planted playful smacks on Shy's and Tree's asses, who yelped in surprise as their cheeks rippled. “Poor Spike. Hey, Wispy, what say we head back to his cab for a while?” She winked at her.
“You're on,” replied Wispy, as they led him up the stairs. They didn't allow him a chance to recover his boxers, forcing his butt back onto a car seat after they threw the door open. They knelt down before him, started to stroke his already half-erect cock. “Why don't you show us your secret?”
He shuddered in pleasure. “S-secret?”
“You know,” said Dashie with an eyeroll. “You're a werewolf, aren't you?”
“Y-yeah, that's true.” In truth, he wasn't the native Spike to this world...that one was a drake that had been the former mayor and CEO. While this Spike came from another universe, where he'd been little more than a mutt...and when he arrived here, soon found he could transform into a werewolf, once unable to control the transformation. “But I can't easily make the switch, you know? Usually, um, someone has to really work me up! Either when I'm really furious, or-”
“Horny,” finished Dashie, with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah, we can do that!” They started to nuzzle his vein-lined shaft with their heated cheeks, peppered it in playful kisses and suckles. Gripping the seat, he shuddered and titled his head back, as they doubled-teamed his dick, licked up the precum that oozed down its sides, assaulted by the salty flavor of his lust while they worked him over.
Eventually, Dashie took his tip into her lips and started to bob her head, while Wispy lapped at his length and balls. His digits threaded into their hair, helped direct them to service him, while their orifices clenched with desire, pussies moist since they'd anticipated the beach trip would end like this. On occasion, the women alternated, his tool swallowed down Wispy's wet maw.
Wispy snaked a hand down, but rather than tease her own pretty kitty, she instead sunk into Dashie's with a wet squelch. Pink pussy folds clamped around the intrusion, and Dash returned the favor, Willow's own cunt speared by the invasion, their ears filled by the sounds of messy squelches.
Spike clenched his teeth and tightened his hold into their hair. “I-I'm close,” he warned, as pulses traveled through his cock and balls, their mouths filled with the slimy feel and taste of his precum. His eyes shifted to the horizon, and noticed that the sun had started to dip with the threat of dusk.
Hairs on his body started to turn into furs. Groanns rose from his belly. Dashie, who currently sucked him off, felt Wispy's firm hand on her skull, her face forced down to take more of his cock to the hilt and hold it there. Dash's eyes widened when she felt his dick swell in her throat, saw the spit-slicked, precum-stained base expand into a knot, as red mutt dick filled her mouth.
His size increased, almost choked her when it traveled deeper down her throat. His muscles expanded, deepened, he became taller, more bestial, his face expanded into a snout. He howled, and his claw helped Wispy hold Rainbow's face in place when he throbbed and erupted. How loads hosed down her throat, filled her belly, swelled her cheeks to overflow and exploded out her nostrils, which burned. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes, but she steeled herself to take it, cam in thick squirts over Wispy's intrusion when she continued to rapidly blast her fucktunnel.
A pop sounded when he withdrew his slim dick, with such force and speed its heated size slapped Dashie and Wispy alike across the face, both stained with his emissions and their eyes quickly shut with hot blushes when he continually unloaded cumshot-after-comshot across their messed up features. The werewolf came volumes that would put any normal man to shame, their own personal bukkake, which hosed down their titties too and sloped over their succulent curves.
Wispy craned her head to meet Dash's lips, kissed her to slurp out her cum-filled mouth.
However, 'Spike' was far from done, his conscious mind lost beneath an instinct to breed. His claws scooped them up by the waist into the vehicle which barely fit them with the seats up, Rainbow bent over, while he planted Wispy to face him, his snout shoved into her kitty cunt. He drove his knotted cock into Dashie, made her yelp when he spread her wide open, and made a feast of Wispy's pussy. They squirmed and dripped in lust around him, Dash's cheeks clapped when he pounded her.
“F-fuck,” cried Dash, palms leaned on the dashboard, helpless to do much but take it. Not that she minded, another climax driven from her, which wracked her lithe, nubile form.
“Good boy~,” squealed Wispy as his tongue spread her walls wide open, drove cervix-deep into her, tickled her spongy g-spot when his firm muscle squirmed around her pink, slick folds. She wrapped her thighs around his head, grinded her snatch into his moist snatch as they were claimed by the bestial wolf. His claws wandered possessively over them, kneaded and squeezed supple fleshiness.
Lost in ecstasy, Wispy quaked and arced so far back her tits mashed onto the dashboard window, boobs and nippl;es flattened on the surface while he savored her twat, drank down her squirts while more washed over his snout and down his furred chin and barrel chest. Claws mashed into her striped buttocks, careful not to break the skin, rolled and spread her buns open. Her lust trickled down the cleft of her ass, over her puckered asshole, and slid down Dashie, pounded silly below.
'Spike' couldn't see his friends anymore in this form. He saw bitches. His bitches. To be conquered and claimed, made sexually submissive to him, his knot forced into Dashie's slit with a pop when he speared past her final barrier, into her slippery womb, which he started to hose down. Dashie's voice cracked when she screeched in a feminine manner, coming on his crotch as her belly swelled.
A claw encircled one of Dash's pert buns, spreading the cheek as his thumb sank into her pink, warm, pliable sphincter, which also clamped down on him, like she did his red cock in an attempt to milk out every last, virile drop. Luckily for her, they weren't compatible, so he'd fail to seed her.
Spent, Spike transformed back into a man and fell unconscious, unaware of what had happened after he started to transform. Wispy slipped from his shoulders, and her soft, furry butt landed atop Dash's own ass, which oozed out excessive spunk after Spike's now human cock slipped free of her.
“Damn it,” whined Wispy. “I wanted a turn with him!”
Dashie huffed and mumbled, “I'm sure he'll be up for another ride...whenever he wakes up.” The seats were stained, and the cab stank of sex, but for the most part the three of them were satisfied.
Nor were they the only ones to explore a bit once the darkness started to settle in. Kitsune draped herself over the boulder, panted when Sunset sucked on one of her ears and fingered her without relent, determined to make the vixen come despite how her physical senses were dulled. Tree Hugger and Fluttershy discovered a private cove, where they arranged themselves to sixty-nine, the latter buried beneath the former's buttcheeks. Carrion ate Vinyl Scratch out from behind, while the DJ worked her portable turntables, and watched Eclipsed Heart and Obrya dance nude to her tunes.
Babs Seed's freckled cheeks were rosey when she touched herself openly, bathed in the moon's rays and the ocean's waters, which made her bare skin shimmer. She waved Riptide Ruth over, spread her pussy open and allowed the land shark's mouth to assault her cunt like it was her last meal.
A cacophony of moans were swallowed up by techno music that shook the air. Drones hovered overhead, and from them Ruth checked up on everyone to make sure they were safe. She smiled and momentarily savored the occasional, close up views of their scrumptious nude physiques.
Midnight came. And then at dawn, some of the revelers passed out after hours of love and merriment, aware that the fun would eventually end and they would have to return to civilization.
Despite the tie their race ended in, Dash and Wispy had their date, after all.
