Chapter 30

Beach Day

Egad's Villa...

The Next Day...

9:30 AM...

After breakfast, everyone in the villa was cleaning and tidying up as music played through the house's sound system, giving the villa a "Saturday cleaning." Zarch was finishing kitchen cleanup and dishes with help from Chaos and Hatred, Mick, Amon, and Xen were sweeping the floors, dusting tables, cabinets and shelves, and vacuuming the carpets, while Galen, Uniko and Zhal were changing the sheets and blankets of the beds they had been using. Tommy was even assisting with the efforts, having volunteered. He was helping Egad and Symon with loading and unloading the laundry as towels, sheets, and their clothes were washed, dried, and pressed, as well as folding the bedding and towels they had used after they were washed and dried.

Regardless of the mediocre, boring tasks they were taking care of, everyone knew they were necessary and routine. They cleaned the villa without complaint. Besides, they also had something to look forward to afterwards: Egad, after explaining that the coven's outfits were waterproof, wanted to take everyone down to the private beach near the villa for a day of loving fun in the sun. He had also explained that since the beach was private, and surrounded on three sides by tall hills and cliffs that it could make for some nice sexual fun as well, telling the coven that the rule of sexual restraint would be lifted for their beach day.

Tommy by this point had become comfortable with Egad and his coven, even showing enough confidence to start flirting with Zhal. He had grown fond of the tiger, along with starting to develop a kink for muscle mass difference and worship due to Zhal having a build that was slightly bulkier than Tommy's despite them being near the same height.

Zhal had also taken a liking to Tommy, returning the flirts and affection, though both understood that they couldn't pleasure each other sexually due to Master Egad's rule. Though with the rule being lifted for the beach day gave Tommy and Zhal even more incentive to help out and complete the chores.

"So, Tommy... What is your preference for swimwear?" Egad asked while Tommy took some bedsheets out of the washer and put them into the dryer.

Tommy thought a bit as he shut the dryer and turned it on the correct heat for the sheets after emptying the lint screen. "To be honest, I'm not sure... Back on Sepharth, I usually just swam around in a loincloth. But I do have an idea of what I would like to try out."

Egad nodded. "I see. So, what did you have in mind?"

"Well... I was thinking on a speedo in a style like Galen's outfit, if you have something like that, though I'm not picky about the color." Tommy said.

"Ah, I see." Egad said, ironing out one of Zarch's silken capes. "A swimming thong. Yes, I believe I have some of those, and in several colors that you can choose from. I will take you up to the loft after we are done with the chores, and let you look through them."

"Thank you, Mr. Egad." Tommy smiled as he loaded up the last batch of bedsheets that needed cleaned into the washer. He was going to love this beach day.

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Gates of Cour Le Sene Drive

11:30 AM

Bishop rode his Harley-Davidson up to the tall gates of Cour Le Sene Drive, parking the bike next to one of the sides of the gates as he shut off the engine. After going by Mick's beach house and knocking on the door, he discovered that he wasn't there. Instead, he was staying at a villa at the end of this gated road. Though he owed the discovery of that fact to Mick's neighbor, an old tabby cat named Karen. Though she wasn't willing to spill the beans on where Mick was, forcing Bishop to use his physical psychic connection ability on her. However, unlike Pete, Bishop held back from harming her. She was only left stunned and speechless in the end, along with her ending up with some very wet pants due to Bishop deciding to trip her bladder reflexes. Just because he wasn't going to harm the old lady, didn't mean he was going to let her antics and rude behavior slide.

After Bishop parked his bike and took off his cyber goggles, placing them in a bag on the bike's side, he opened his wings and took flight over the fence, landing in some trees next to the villa to do some recon.

Perched in the trees, he watched many people in the villa with his binoculars, as they went about daily tasks, cleaning and doing laundry. As he looked over the people inside, he caught sight of Mick, vacuuming the living room area with a platinum maned lion and a rat. They were obviously finishing up, as Mick was wrapping up the vacuum's power cord and putting it away. Bishop saw Mick start talking with the rat, lion and two other foxes, as well as a tall wolf with horns. They seemed excited over something, as they were all smiling, and appearing to laugh.

After a quick conversation, they all disappeared from view for a few minutes. Then, they came back out into view dawning swim apparel, aside from a select few who still wore their outfits from earlier. Mick was wearing some unassuming, midnight-blue trunks with a turquoise lightning pattern on one of the sides. One of the two older foxes wore navy form-fitting surfing pants, while the other was dressed in a black speedo. The platinum-maned lion wore trunks as well, though his were high-cut above themidpoint of his thighs, and colored red with no pattern. They were all carrying beach bags as well.

As the rest of the people in the villa gathered in the living room, Bishop's eyes widened slightly when he saw Tommy with them! Bishop had to do a double take when Tommy stepped into view. He was wearing a blue swimming thong that blended in with the scales on his front. If Bishop had not double-checked, he would have sworn his son was standing in the room butt-naked!

Bishop redoubled his focus on Tommy, watching his son with an eagle eye through the binoculars. Everyone seemed to be showing him kindness, talking with him, giving him warm smiles, patting him on the shoulders, and even occasionally laughing with him after something was said, most likely referencing some sort of joke. Bishop's jaded heart started to melt as he watched his son with these strangers. From the looks on his face, along with his body language, Tommy looked very happy, elated. Something Bishop had not seen in his son for the last five years. His face beamed, as the dragon could not stop a tear of joy running from his eye.

Despite his softening personality as he watched his son, Bishop knuckled down on his focus. He reminded himself that these people had abducted Tommy, and that meant they were not to be trusted until he found out otherwise. He watched a few more of the stronger individuals grab some more items before stepping outside: A beach umbrella, some beach towels, a portable grill, and an ice box cooler. One of the foxes had even grabbed a surfboard, which caused Bishop to chuckle slightly at the sight, the dragon rolling his eyes.

After stepping out the door to the patio, Bishop watched as they went down some stairs and onto a nearby path dotted with steppingstones. He quickly took flight, silently gliding through the air on his wings while he went from tree to tree, following his son and the group, staying out of sight. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but from their vocal octaves they were all joyous and excited, their tones filled with eager anticipation as they walked.

After a short walk from the villa, they all ended up at a spacious private beach. Bishop watched as they all setup for what looked like a good time, continuing to observe them carefully, perched in a strong, leafy tree on an overhang above. One of the lions setup the umbrella, while Mick and several others set out beach towels, Mick dawning aviator sunglasses while the fox in the surfing pants took his surfboard and ran out into the water to catch some waves. Bishop watched Mick then lay down on the towel, as if he was going to tan himself in the sun, causing the black and red dragon to roll his eyes once again.

As Bishop continued to observe, he saw the taller horned wolf setup and start the portable grill and get out some kitchen utensils from a beach bag, while a shorter horned wolf opened the ice cooler, getting out some long rolls of bread, as well refrigerated meats to grill with vegetable kebobs. The shorter wolf handed the meats and kebobs to the taller wolf who set them on the grill, starting to cook. The fox in the black speedo lounged underneath the umbrella with the rat and the white fennec from earlier, which Bishop had identified from an older file as Jet Stromfield. Though Jet's file was outdated, and had more than a few large gaps in certain places, shrouding the fennec in enigma.

Bishop turned the binoculars to look at Tommy once more. He had jumped out into the water with a young wolf and one of the lions, as well as a unicorn and a tiger. They dove and surfaced repeatedly, swimming around and playfully splashing about with each other in the shallower waves. All of them had joyous expressions while they did this, laughing with glee, once again starting to thaw the ice around Bishop's heart more while he watched his cheerful, content son.

Hours passed as Bishop eyed the group, the dragon ever vigilant. Tommy and the others came out of the water eventually when the horned wolf at the grill called out for them after finishing up cooking the food. Everyone gathered around the beach umbrella, settling in as they ate the meal, Tommy included. Though watching Tommy and the others eat the delicious-looking ball-park franks and healthy-looking vegetable kebobs, drinking the fine fruit juices, filtered water, healthy-looking milkshakes and smoothies that were also in the drink cooler did cause a rumble to sound from Bishop's stomach, reminding him that he forgot to get something to eat himself before his arrival and recon. He quietly cursed himself for that lapse in planning but continued his observations.

After the meal, everyone ended up laying down on beach towels, their bodies sprawled out in the sunlight. Tommy laid down on an over-sized towel, his wings and limbs spread wide. Bishop watched the tiger, who was a bit more built than the black and blue colored dragon, settle in next to Tommy on the towel, placing his hands behind his head as he reclined. They laid there for a couple minutes, Bishop watching them exchange lustful glances, causing him to raise one of his eyebrow ridges.

Then, the unthinkable started to happen. Bishop watched Tommy start to run one of his hands across the tiger, as if teasing the feline. The tiger looked at Tommy with a toothy grin, then sat up, rolled over, and started to descend onto Tommy, looking like he was pulling him into a deep kiss! From the angle Bishop was watching this from, he couldn't get a complete view, and his heart started to race! His mind jumped into overdrive, assuming the worst-possible scenario: the tiger was starting to rape his son!

Bishop, after watching this for a few seconds, quickly gathered his bearings. "Not on my watch, you sick little pervert!" He snarled to himself, referencing the tiger. With that, Bishop tossed the binoculars aside, jumping out of the tree and spreading his wings, dive-bombing down towards the tiger!

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Tommy looked up at Zhal above him, the tiger slowly coming down on top of him. He felt Zhal slide a hand behind his head and started to gently bring him up towards him into a kiss. Tommy's heart fluttered in delight and anticipation, opening his mouth to press his lips against Zhal's, another one of his fantasies now becoming a dream come true...

But before they could proceed into the lip-lock, there was a loud roar from above them! Zhal and Tommy looked up, everyone else startled from the feral-sounding noise and looking in the same direction.

Zhal and Tommy saw a blur of dirty-looking black and red scales rushing towards them from the nearby cliff overhang! Zhal barely had time to pull himself off Tommy before the rushing mass of dual-colored scales rammed into him, tackling him off Tommy and the beach towel, both tumbling over each other into the sand!

After rolling over each other multiple times, Zhal ended up flat on his back, seeing what had knocked him off the beach towel: Towering above him at a height of eleven feet with a body build that put his to shame, was a black and red dragon with long horns growing from the back of his head, with a whip-like tail and massive wings of nine feet on each size, eyes golden in color! If it weren't for the red scales and gold eyes, Zhal would have sworn this was an older version of Tommy!

Though right now, Zhal had other things to worry about: the dragon knelt over Zhal holding him down by the neck with a massive hand, squeezing while Zhal struggled to pry the dragon's fingers off from around his windpipe! The expression on the dragons' face couldn't be described as enraged; that was much too mild a word to compare with his facial expression! Those gold eyes were like laser beams, boring down onto Zhal with a twinkle that screamed only one thing: bloody murder!

"You have no idea who you have just fucked with, you little shit!" The dragon snarled down at Zhal, raising his other massive hand into a fist, winding up his arm for a deadly punch!

Before the dragon could land that strike, however, he was quickly faced with other issues: One of them being Zarch jumping up onto the dragon's back, the demon wolf ensnaring his arms around the dragon's neck in a choke hold! The black and red dragon immediately started thrashing around, trying to grab onto Zarch's arms and throw him off as he struggled to breathe, letting go of Zhal!

Chaos and Hatred then ran up, jumping over Zhal and striking the dragon in the chest with a dual kick with both their legs, protecting their coven brother! The dragon was knocked back, but quickly recovered as he reached behind him and grabbed one of Zarch's legs, pulling hard, ripping the demon-wolf off him as Zarch lost his grip! He then started to swing Zarch over his head, using him like a baseball bat to knock away Chaos and Hatred! Then, he slammed Zarch into the sand a few times, throwing him around like a rag doll before throwing him over towards his sons, all three of the wolves reeling from the counterattack!

Galen and Uniko quickly ran over to Zhal, helping him to his feet as all three prepared to fight this beast, assuming combat stances! The dragon started to get ready to charge but was then nearly hit by several laser bursts that flew in front of his face! Warning shots! The enraged dragon quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the laser bursts' origin and let out a growl.

Zhal, Uniko, and Galen turned over to the umbrella, and saw Mick and Xen, standing there with some hold-out blasters in their hands! Xen only carried one, while Mick dual-wielded two in the John Woo style!

The dragon, after seeing this let out a laugh, turning to face the gunslingers, standing to his full height as he spread out his wing to full span with open arms. "Bring it," He said, grinning with clear confidence, showing no fear as he closed his eyes.

"Your funeral..." Mick warned, both he and Xen starting to pump the triggers of the hold-out blasters in rapid, continuous succession. But when the laser blasts hit the dragon, they just ended up bouncing off him like ricocheting bullets! Somehow, the dragon's scales were extremely resistant to laser fire! The dragon continued to stand tall and confident, laughing in taunting amusement as Mick and Xen continued to desperately pump the triggers of their weapons, ending up completely draining the batteries after a total of 150 combined shots! Once the blasters ran out of juice, Mick and Xen watched for a few seconds as their fingers pumped nothing but clicking triggers, trails of vapor floating away from the hot cherry-red barrels of their weapons! Their guns were completely empty, and the dragon still stood there without a scratch!

After Mick and Xen had depleted their guns, the dragon opened his eyes. "My turn."

The dragon started to run forwards at them with murderous intent! He closed in on both Mick and Xen, the two assuming combat stances and throwing aside their empty guns! The dragon was only a few paces from arms' reach when a blur of black and blue ran up in between them! It was Tommy! He stood between them and the hostile dragon, holding his arms out wide, as well as spreading his wings, standing there like a protective wall!

"FATHER, STOP!!" Tommy cried out. "DON' T HURT THEM!!"

Once seeing that Tommy was standing between him and his targets, the dragon froze, his bare feet sliding across the sand one pace before stopping in front of Tommy, his face showing clear confusion and stupefication.

"Please..." Tommy begged, tears in his eyes as the Symon ran up next to Mick and Xen, throwing his surfboard aside once he was out of the water as Egad, Amon, and Jet joined him a few seconds later. "They aren't hurting me. They rescued me from Pete, and have been nothing but kind... Don't hurt them, please... Calm down... It's okay, I'm okay..."

After seeing Tommy's tear-filled eyes for a few seconds, the dragon spoke, his tone calmer but still angered. "Tommy... What is going on? I saw that tiger go down over you, it looked like he was raping you!"

"No father, He wasn't going to rape me." Tommy said, trying to hold back sobs. "I started the contact with Zhal. He's been very nice and caring, as well as everyone else in Egad's coven... Please, calm down... Let me explain..."

After a few more seconds, Tommy's father stood back up to full height and relaxed his posture, folding his wings around him cloak-style, calming down but remaining firm. "...Very well, Tommy. You, Egad and this 'coven' of his have my attention. But they better have a very good explanation for all this."