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Two figures walked on a small pathway along the edge of a conifer forest along the top of the cliffs overlooking a beach. Both could faintly hear the ocean waves lapping ashore from their higher position. The occasional twig snapped under footwear or pine straw rustled from a foot paw as they walked along.

Tosca the raccoon was dressed in her typical fashion: a pair of worn shorts with a belt carrying a machete, and a hat with holes cut for her short gray ears. The only item “covering" her upper body was an alligator tooth necklace. Both of her light grey furred breasts were bare to the dappled sunlight they walked under.

Unlike the raccoon, Nathan was fully dressed but carrying a pack just like her. Both were trekking through a largely uninhabited coastal section of land following their trip to the large tribal rendezvous to the inner lakes of the area. Even though no definitive agreement had been made for the trading company Nathan was obligated to work for, it set up points of contact for further discussions. In the meantime, he was going with Tosca to search a new area. They were in a good mood traveling together for the first time since they had met at the edge of the trading post by the bayou.

“I'm glad we have a nice view of the ocean along this trail." Nathan commented. “Although, if we went just a few more yards inland, we'd almost certainly lose our way." He glanced to their left at the dense greenery of lush ferns and tall conifers.

“We're both lucky that you avoided the swamps this time." She lightly joked.

“Yeah…" He thought back about that terrifying adventure, and considered themselves lucky for escaping alive. They followed the meandering pathway without speaking more than a few words. Nathan paused to take notes but nothing more as they walked.

“So how many more lumber deals do you need to arrange before you get outta your servitude agreement?" Tosca asked after returning from behind a tree to relieve herself.

“It doesn't matter how many I can arrange. I have a one year obligation to cover my old debts." He explained as they walked.

“Technically you don't have to make a single agreement then, right?"

“I suppose, but if I didn't accomplish anything then I'm sure my debt agreement would be sold to someone else. Then I'd have to go through everything all over again, restarting the year's obligation at zero."

“Gotcha." The raccoon gave a slow nod and stepped over a thick tree root. “But at least you have me to keep you company now."

“Heh, boy do I." He sarcastically replied and glanced over at the topless raccoon. Their gazes only briefly met before cutting away to look ahead once again.

'She's a debt obligation all in herself.' The human thought to himself, knowing that the wily raccoon would have a sharp retort on her tongue. Blinking from the dappled sun, he glanced towards the ocean through the gaps in the foliage.

“What the…" He had to do a double take and stop completely. Staring through a wide gap between two trees, Nathan saw a medium sized vessel very close to shore.

“That's a ship." Tosca stood beside him. “It looks run ashore."

“Is the crew stranded?"

“Do you see any crew?"

“No…" He looked around the beach. There were no signs of anyone else around. “We can climb down up there, and take a closer look." Nathan pointed, noticing the height of the cliffs diminished entirely a short distance ahead to a sandy embankment leading onto the beach proper.

“I see." Tosca eagerly walked ahead, leading the way. The duo made their way along the winding forested path as it gradually descended. Upon reaching the opening to the top of the beach, they could see the coast in full view along the curvature of the land. The subtle persistent breeze felt nice as they stepped across the warm sand.

“It's a nice sized vessel." Tosca remarked with a grin and placed her hands on her hips.

“Mmh. Looks like the tide is going out too." Nathan felt safe dropping his pack as they stopped several steps away from the water's edge.

“Good. I don't want to swim too much anyway."

“We're not too far…" He glanced back the direction they came from. “Do you think it was stranded when we went to the rendezvous?"

“I have no idea." She admitted with a shrug.

“I haven't heard anything about a stranded or abandoned ship. How have the natives not discovered this yet?" It felt eerie to the human that no one seemed to know except for them.

“I'd imagine they have already." Tosca guessed. “If the ship has been trapped here for more than a few days, I'm sure someone has at least spotted it."

“I think you're right, but why abandon it like this?" It didn't make sense.

“It might just be stuck in the sandbar." The surrounding landscape made the area appear like a safe cove to land at, but the shallow waters made for a deceptive trap. Nathan felt unsure and looked around the calm cove. However, Tosca wasn't in the mood to be cautious as such a unique opportunity at hand.

“I definitely want to explore it." She set her pack aside in the sand along with her hat. “Never know what you can find on board a vessel."

“Are you going to steal a cannon?" He half mused.

“Heh. You just wanna see me ride one." The raccoon winked at him and snickered while dropping her pants to her bare paws.

“Sheesh." He looked away from the naked raccoon for a moment of privacy.

“Aww, don't get so easily flustered!" The now naked raccoon giggled. “You're coming aboard with me."

“I suppose…" Nathan slowly spoke. Curiosity nagged at the human as well. “As long as the natives haven't claimed it for themselves, I'll go explore it with you." Nathan decided and removed his shirt to have something dry to wear once they returned ashore.

“Pf. I doubt the navy or whoever owns that vessel will just let it go once they find it." She stated and stripped her pants off in the sand without care. Nathan watched as Tosca removed the belt from her pants, and then retie it around her naked waist to carry her machete.

“Why are you bringing your machete? The human had seen the raccoon naked more than a few times, but seeing her wear a belt and necklace while doing so still felt very enticing.

“What? Do I look too attractive while wearing it?" She placed her hands on her hips and turned to look at him. With more than an eyeful to take in, Nathan looked away somewhat bashfully.

“I thought so." She grinned softly as he lightly blushed. “But I'm carrying it in case I need it onboard."

“Gotcha." His eyes settled on the ship.

“It's not too far." Tosca covered her eyes despite the overcast clouds hugging the sky. “May not have to swim at all." She walked into the gentle waves with Nathan not far behind.

“Are people still on the ship?" He looked at the still vessel. “There's no sign of anyone being here." Nathan glanced up and down the beach, expecting makeshift tents, fire pits, and random items strewn across the sand. However, there was no sign of contact.

“Doubt it." She waded ahead of him. “Who would stay aboard out here?"

“I don't know." He shrugged. “Maybe a group of natives scared them." Although, Nathan found that difficult to believe when the coastal villages he had met were all friendly.

“Well, you either have to be scared of something to maroon yourself like this or hide like that. Heh, maybe the captain was drunk while sailing." She humored herself.

“Sure…" Nathan was stumped but waded further into the gentle water after the eager raccoon. The deepest section of water was only chest deep, and the calm surf made for an easy passage.

'There is a sand bar!' Nathan realized as they suddenly climbed up to knee deep waters on the natural sand shelf below. Glancing over, Tosca's wet fur appeared darker and clung to her figure as she emerged onto the sand bar. It was funny to see the upper section of her body remain fluffy.

“She's stuck alright." The raccoon remarked at how the vessel was firmly wedged into the shallow space. Their steps noisily splashed as they approached the vessel's hull.

“Hopefully it hasn't taken on any water." Nathan spoke up.

“If it has, then I can see why it was left right here." Tosca agreed and approached a lengthy thick rope hanging off the side.

“Can we climb up?" He didn't see any other way to board the ship.

“Yep It's sturdy." Tosca tugged on the rope with her whole weight. “Let's climb!" She started and gradually pulled herself up the rope.

“Your machete better not fall out." He looked up at her naked rear where the weapon hung.

“It won't!" She called back to him without pausing.

“It would be my luck if that happened." The human mumbled and waited before climbing up next. Once at the top of the rope, each climbed over the top, successfully boarding the stranded vessel. A lone seagull greeted them by flying away from a nearly coiled pile of rope.

“Hello?" Nathan called out only to feel Tosca nudge his side.

“Don't do that."

“Why not?"

“You sound like an idiot. No one else is here." She pointed out,

“Just making sure." He said as they explored the deck. It was unclear how long the ship had been abandoned in the isolated spot, but the vessel was surprisingly intact. No debris of any kind was on the deck. Only one barrel was overturned on its side. A few others were stacked neatly in order. A pile of rope was stacked carefully as well. There was no apparent signs of any struggle.

'It's like everyone simply left.' Nathan thought to himself.

“Ah, there's a woven rope net we could've used to climb up easier on this side." Tosca peered over the opposite side of the ship.

“We'll have to go back down that way." He remarked and made his way over to an ajar door. The human started to peer inside only to hesitate.

“Is it locked?" Tosca appeared beside him.

“Huh? No, it's open." He glanced at the curious raccoon. Tosca brushed past him and opened up the door.

“Oh, it's a cabin." The raccoon remarked and entered the large room with Nathan behind her. The space was well lit from large windows where a long curtain rod was broken and part of the curtain had been torn down. It was eerie how only random items appeared misplaced or tossed around recklessly, and yet many others seemed perfectly untouched.

An unlit lantern was hanging from a ceiling beam via rope. Most of the books on a bookshelf were nearly placed, save for one lying open on the floor beside a bucket. The corner of a rug had been kicked close to a big desk. Several bottles were standing upright around corners of the cabin, and also in the bookcase. More lanterns were hanging from different sections of wall as well.

Tosca had no reservations about walking into the quiet room. The soft sound of the ocean was barely audible from inside the ship. It was the only sound they heard above their own footsteps and occasional squeaking floorboards. Nathan cautiously walked over to the large desk. It had a map unfurled across its surface with an empty bottle and a small journal holding a corner down apiece.

'There's hardly any dust.' He traced a finger over the desk and parchment. He looked at the bottle skeptically and tapped the glass, finding that it was empty.

'The captain could've been a drunk.' He wondered if all of the bottles once held alcohol. The sound of wood opening and shutting drew his attention away from the map. Nathan found Tosca rummaging through the contents of the desk's drawers.

“What are you looking for?"

“Anything valuable like spare coins." She mentioned without pause.

“You are a bandit at heart." He quietly spoke in amusement.

“I heard that!" She snapped back at him only to stay focused for a subtle luster of metal. Nathan smiled at her sharp attitude and looked down at the map once more.

'I can't tell if the crew meant to arrive here.' He looked for any clues, but nothing special was handwritten.

“What are you looking at?" She noticed his silent attention had shifted.

“A map."

“What? Was it unfolded liked that already?" She stood up and walked over to his side of the desk.

“Yes. I don't know if it is a local area or not." He pointed out where a few spots were faintly marked along a clustered section of coastline and sea. However, there were no named settlements.

“It looks like a small section of ocean that's close to the coastline." He told her.

“Mmhm. What about that?" She pointed at the small journal at the opposite corner of the paper. Nathan picked it up and flipped through several pages.

“It's an old log book." He realized.

“Does it say who the owner was, the captain, or anything?"

“I'd have to read through it to find out." He saw only weather reports and nautical information, but nothing personal. Nathan set the journal down only to Tosca to hop over and crouch down to the ground.

“A coin!" She excitedly picked up the money.

“Very lucky." He mentioned only for it to happen again moments later.

“Another coin!" She excitedly bent forward and picked it up from the rumpled up rug. Nathan had quite a view, albeit brief, of her breasts naturally hanging below.

“Is it gold?"

“Heck no." She stood up and laughed at the idea. “It isn't much, but if I can find finer silver then I'll let you know… Ah, there's several scattered around here." The raccoon eagerly picked them up. Nathan couldn't help but ogle her breasts as they hung and swayed, bumping into her arms on occasion as she retrieved every coin that she could find.

“Hold them for me, please." She handed over about a dozen to the human to carry.

“You're making outta here like a-."

“Don't say bandit." She winked despite wanting to frown at him.

“Heh. A thief." Nathan held back a chuckle.

“Clever." Tosca admitted, but she was in a good mood already.

“I couldn't resist." He looked over the coins only to realize all of them were almost certainly low in value.

“Yeah, I know they aren't much, but money is money. I could always trade them to natives for something. Even natives wear them on their necklaces. I've seen it before, especially at the rendezvous."

“If that's true then why haven't any been taken?" Nathan mentioned.

“Maybe these were forgotten or never found." Tosca suggested. “Aren't you excited about this?" She turned to look at him. “I am."

“I am." He readily admitted. “I'm just-I don't know." Nathan looked around the room. “It feels eerie."

“Yeah, an abandoned ship should feel eerie." She agreed and meandered over to the bookcase next.

“You're right. I just can't shake the feeling, that's all." He joined her.

“Judging by your initial reactions before, like when we first met, I'd say we're fine." She teased.

“I suppose you're right." He looked out the large windows to sea before looking over the shelves of books and bottles. An eclectic section to read from indicated that the captain was well read or educated. Tosca didn't care for the books and shuffled around them in search of an extra coin.

“Anything else?" Nathan asked after looking through several rolled up maps.

“Eh. Nothing." She gave up and looked through an open chest only to find it empty. “Alright, let's find another room. I think I'm done here." The raccoon rattled a little table, knocking over an unused candle.

“Do you think there's any cargo on board?"

“I dunno." Tosca shrugged as they left the cabin and returned to the deck. The ocean breeze calmly blew against them as they walked. A few seagulls watched them from the ship's drawn up sails. The human and raccoon approached a pair of doors revealing a set of descending stairs were left wide open. Nathan glanced over at a torn bag of salt that had been cut nearly clean in half by the open entryway

'Footprints?' He paused and stared at the vaguely faint imprints on the salt around the spilled bag. It was as if it had been spilled while people were running about. They almost certainly weren't human. Three prints were visible enough to see digitigrade paw pads. Although, who they exactly belonged to remained a mystery.

“Be careful!" He warned Tosca, but the raccoon only gave him a perplexed look.

“I'm the only one armed here." She pointed out. The human felt glad that she was still wearing her belt and machete, just in case something bad happened.

“I think I saw footprints." He looked at the deck.

“Yeah I noticed them too." She didn't sound too concerned. “I doubt we're the first ones to find this ship here."

“Just be prepared if we find someone."

“Yeah, a dead body." She half joked and walked past him.

“Considering how we've almost died together at least once in a swamp, I'm surprised you're not more cautious." He followed her down the dimly lit stairs.

“There's no alligators trying to eat us, or bandits wanting to kill us here." She felt confident despite being naked with only a machete at her side. Trying a tight corner, they descended with creaking steps down below deck to a new room. Light filtered through open portholes, each lined with a cannon. Cannonballs were organized up neatly beside the powerful weapons, ready for use. A sack of gunpowder rested within arm's reach. Empty lanterns hung overhead thanks to lengthy ropes tied to the beams above.

However, the cabin, the room had far less interesting things to look over. Crates and the occasional barrel were in just about every corner. Tosca wasted little time and explored. Nathan stepped over a broken plate where lingering crumbs of hardtack were plainly visible.

“Hmm?" Nathan paused by a small bench where a quilled pen had caught his attention. An ink well and quilled pen laid on a piece of paper. However, the ink had spilled across the page, rendering nearly all of the text ineligible. Nathan picked up the pace with a frown.

'I will… doggedly pursued… I wish that… never?' Nathan barely recognized the smudged words outside the ink stain. It could've been a message to a family member for all he knew. The sounds of crates being moved were heard from behind as Tosca searched the room.

“Stupid crate…" He heard Tosca grumble nearby after hearing a thud. The human set aside the personal note and meandered towards the cannons. The iron was cold but unblemished. It was easy to imagine the weapon blasting one of the balls resulting in a cloud of smoke. Judging from the residue on the wood, they had been used with some frequency before.

Nathan crouched down and looked out the small porthole towards the wider ocean. He looked at the calm blue waters under the late evening sun. The sound of the rolling waves lapped gently by the ship's hull. Even though it appeared poetic, the ocean was a dangerous place.

'I can't imagine living the life of a sailor. How many are lost at sea each year?' He shuddered at the idea. The thought of being lost at sea was infinitely worse than being lost or trapped in a swamp. Storms tossing the wooden vessel, sea sickness, and piracy were just a few dangers to face in that line of work. Looking down, he wasn't far up from the water gently rolling by below.

'I'm glad we are close to shore.' He breathed a sigh and gazed towards the horizon. Scanning from left to right, a faint blurry shape from far away caught his attention.

“Is that a ship?" He squinted and looked closely, but whatever it was remained unfocused to the naked eye.

“What did you say?" Tosca's voice called out from nearby.

“I said-ow!" Nathan bumped his head when trying to look back. The human rolled back onto his rear and rubbed the top corner of his head.

“What happened?" Footsteps quickly approached. Nathan blinked and grumbled to himself. The pain dulled a little as he looked up at the naked raccoon looming over him.

“I hit my head." Nathan rubbed the tender spot. She offered a sympathetic grin rather than say something smart.

“What were you doing?" She glanced around.

“I thought I saw a ship."

“Is it coming here?" She crouched down beside him and peered out.

“I dunno." He moved forward and looked out alongside her.

“I don't see anything. Where was it?" She looked.

“I thought I saw it over there…" He pointed.

“Were you seeing things?"

“I don't know. I hit my head." He nudged her.

“You're just being nervous." The raccoon shrugged only to receive a sharp glare. “Well, as long as it isn't coming here to visit." Tosca felt reassured and stepped back before standing up.

“If it was a pirate ship then we'd have to run outta here and hide in the forest."

“The whole abandoned ship thing really bothers you, doesn't it?" She placed a hand on her bare hip.

“Well, I've had my share of dealing with bandits." He pointed out, causing the raccoon to playfully roll her eyes.

“That worked out for you… eventually."

“Yeah." He sarcastically answered. Nathan took another peek outside just to be sure before returning his attention to the ship's room.

“I wish I could take a cannon back." Tosca smiled at the idea and tapped a barrel. “I mean, it would be incredible if we could take this whole ship."

“I'm afraid we are limited to whatever we can carry."

“We could be given a reward or something." The raccoon remained more optimistic.

“I'll consider it when we free the vessel and learn how to sail it." He grinned at the ridiculous idea.

“Everything starts with an idea." She hummed aloud and searched the place over a final time. Nathan crept back to the bottom of the stairs as the daylight began to wane.

“Alright, it's getting really dark down here. I think the sun is about ready to set." Nathan pointed out.

“I hear ya." Tosca gradually returned after knocking over an empty barrel. “I was hoping to find something down here." She shrugged. “Even the rope is a bit much to carry."

“We came here to explore more than anything else, and my wet clothes aren't exactly comfortable." He looked at his pants dripping onto the floor.

“Should've gone naked like me." She hummed suggestively and walked towards Nathan only to halt.

“Ooh. I like this cutlass." She picked up the weapon, hidden from the human's view. “It isn't the same as a machete, but a free weapon is a free weapon." Tosca looked over the blade keenly.

“Just leave it here. We can return in the morning before we leave."

“No way. I'm taking something more than just money." She grinned and held up the blade contently.

“Just don't cut me."

“Heh. No promises." She winked and walked alongside him to the stairs leading up to the deck.

***

After leaving the abandoned ship and returning to shore; they built a fire in the sand with dead tree limbs, some driftwood, and sticks from the forest. The raccoon and human shared a modest meal on the beach. Nathan wore his shirt once again, but the rest of his clothes were hanging up to finish drying close to the fire. Tosca chose to remain naked even though her fur had largely dried from the warm breeze. The day ended with both of them lying together on a blanket stretched over the sand.

The stars and moon twinkled above them, shining above the entire landscape after a brilliant sunset. The sound of ocean waves before them were soothing as the endless chirps and croaks of frogs behind them quietly sang out. Nathan thought back over the day.

'Visiting the ship only set us back by roughly one day, and that's if we explore it again in the morning.' He wasn't in a rush to return to the trading post, but he didn't like dawdling around in the wilderness too long.

“Nathan." Tosca glanced over at the human lying beside her.

“Huh? Yeah?"

“You're not going to have any nightmares about abandoned ships, are you?" She asked jokingly.

“Not when I'm on dry land." He grinned.

“You're funny." She mused and resumed staring up at the sky.

“At least you found some coins."

“And a decent cutlass." She reminded him.

“Mmhm." He hummed. “You just needed to take that with you."

“Heh, you know I couldn't leave it, and I don't need to get soaked again just to look over a bunch of dusty books and maps."

“So you don't want to swim over in the morning?"

“Nah. Do you?"

“No, I think I'm okay leaving without getting wet all over again." He admitted and a brief silence passed between them. The raccoon rolled onto her side closer to him, nearly lying atop the human, but didn't say a word. Nathan felt a furry breast resting on the edge of his chest, the natural softness gently squishing atop him. His heart beat a little faster as the warmth of her furry front was easily felt through his shirt. He could see a little twinkle from her eyes thanks to the shining moon.

“I don't have my pants on, you know." She murmured softly into his ear. “And neither do you."

“I know." He drew a hand up and caressed her naked rear. The raccoon's tail flickered impatiently as he didn't press further.

“Do you need a written letter of declarations to make love to me?" She huffed a haughty laugh before rising up.

“Eheh-uh." Nathan's eyes widened as the raccoon straddled herself across the human's lap. The warmth of her body and fur spread over him like a cozy blanket.

“Did I startle you?" She half grinned.

“A little." Nathan eyed up the lovely bandit perched atop him. The way their bodies were bathed in moonlight didn't hide any features. The raccoon's grey furred breasts were completely visible, but that was typical since she never wore a shirt. The silvery moonlight gave her grey fur a pretty luster, and darkened the shadows hugging every feminine curve.

“Careful." His attention snapped away as a padded furry hand abruptly checked between his legs.

“Hmm. Not excited yet?" Tosca was mildly surprised. “Are you still thinking of that otter girl?" She asked testily.

“No, not when you're on my lap like this." He joked and placed a hand on Tosca's leg.

“Then what are you thinking about?" She gently poked his chest with a finger.

“I'm still thinking about why this ship ended up abandoned right here." He glanced over her shoulder towards the dark sea.

“Don't make me say a stupid pun."

“What?" He held back a laugh.

“Forget about the ship." Tosca scooted a little forward. “I'm trying to moor myself onto you." She said only to receive silence. “Get it? Because the ship's stuck."

“I'll anchor you down. How's that?" He came up with a better one.

“Heh. Goofy but it works; just like you."

“I guess I'll take that compliment." He made her giggle. Both of his hands began rubbing her legs up to her rear and received a hum of approval. Soon his touch caressed her lower torso and hips.

“We haven't properly made love since-."

“Last time you used rope to tie my wrist." He briefly frowned at her.

“I said that was to repay you!" She huffed and rubbed her hands under his shirt and across his bare chest. “And I don't need to do that anymore when you're not running away from me."

“Who said I was running?" He took ahold of her hand and held it dearly. The human could see the raccoon smile above him under the moon.

“Heh, and the other time we-."

“We were interrupted." He reminded her. “After you nearly forced yourself on me."

“You never say no to this low life raccoon." She half teased.

“I haven't found a reason to yet." He sighed as his hands rubbed along her torso before cusping the bottom curves of both lovely breasts. The supple flesh yielded to his fingertips so perfectly.

“I'm sure you have." Tosca pointed out. “But I'm a little ah-forward like you mentioned." She softly sighed appreciatively as he began rubbing her feminine curves so tenderly.

“Staying topless around me is very tempting at times." He admitted and gave her soft breasts ample amount of attention much to her liking.

“I never cared much for shirts anyway." She sighed again as his thumbs rubbed tender circles around her stiffening nipples.

“Walking around wearing only a belt and machete is a nice idea too." He suggested.

“Hehe, you know I wouldn't mind losing my pants more often if it's just us." She was open to the idea. Her hips wiggled atop his lap eagerly from the persistent fondling of her breasts.

“Oh, I feel something exciting prodding me from below." She lifted her hips and found his manhood rising up. “Guess you like that idea."

“I do." He trailed a hand down her side to tease the base of her fidgeting bushy ringed tail. Nathan felt the heat of her sex against his rising length. Tender lips lined with fur were hot and ready for him.

“Ready?" They asked in unison only to receive a pair of chuckles and grins from one another.

“I'll hold still." Nathan held back a laugh as she lined herself up to his throbbing member.

“Buck like a wild animal all you want." She encouraged him as her sex met his tip. “I'm not leaving your lap unless a wave catches us." The raccoon slowly lowered her hips, engulfing him down to the base. The slick heat of her inner womanhood made him jerk inside her. Knowing that he was buried to the hilt inside the lovely raccoon made the moment all the more erotic to the human. He exhaled giddily as his heart thundered within his chest once she settled atop him once again.

“Phew." She sighed heatedly.

“You feel wonderful." Nathan's hands roamed all over her front causing Tosca to hum and murmur sweetly.

“Ahh." Her lips parted in an open sigh.

“Lay down on me." Nathan took ahold of her hands.

“Oh, you really want me to-ooh!" Tosca's voice rose as he gently pulled her down.

“Surprised?" He felt her breath so close.

“Oh. In a good way." She grinned and laid down atop him, propped up by her elbows, allowing her furry breasts to freely rest on his chest.

“Good. You've got me in the mood." Nathan rubbed his hands along her upper back before coddling her face. His hands gently ruffled through her fluffy cheeks, and touched her short grey ears.

“Nathan…" She sighed as her sex tingled with him inside her.

“Steal a kiss." He whispered. Faces drawing closer, heir lips met awkwardly at first, adjusting to the different shapes of their mouths. Soon their tongues intimately met as the heat between them grew.

“I'll steal them all…" She managed to say before locking lips with him, tail twirling behind her all the same. Kisses were delivered so tender and warm with the stars and moon shining above. Even the ocean water glimmered in a sweet blush from the lovemaking unfolding on the sandy beach.

Part 2?