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• To the shock of everyone, but most of all myself, I managed to sit down and actually write something as a commission again! The commissioner wishes to remain anonymous, but the characters are their OCs. I hope I did them justice. As it turns out, one of their characters is trans, which makes this a surprisingly apt way to start off Pride Month for everybody. I hope I was able to write it appropriately. Hopefully I'll be able to do more of these in the future.

On the Beach

As the sun began to slowly dip towards the rolling waves of the ocean, bringing the day to a close, the sound of the waves and surf that normally was the only sound heard on this remote beachhead was joined by another, more lusty, yet equally primal sound.

"Oh fuck yes give it to me sugah..."

"Nnngh--yeah take it, baby!"

The sound of two furs happily fucking.

Tangled in a mess of sand, towels, and limbs lay a slim, somewhat short caracal, whom, straddled across his lap and bouncing happily up and down with a lewd chorus of squelches and happy gasps, was a curvaceous female dog, breathes coming in heavy pants as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a look of pure bliss painted across her face as she continued to babble.

"Oh sugah, yes, gimme more, gimme more of that fucking delicious cock of yours!" She keened, hands greedily groping at the caracal's leanly muscled chest as her bouncing continued, the firm plastic dildo she was riding piercing so deliciously deep inside of her.

Beneath her, huffing with his own fair share of effort, the caracal's eyes were locked on the dog's swinging, lusciously ripe breasts, as his own hips thrust upwards to meet her downward pumping. In a way, the sight was a touch surreal to him, as less than an hour before, that very same dog, the love of his life, his soulmate even, had been laying next to him, playfully cuddling and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Of course, those sweet nothings had soon taken on a smokier, more seductive aura as she spoke. Part of why he loved her so much was the sense of unabashed exuberance she showed towards life, be it the way she obsessively catalogued every note that came out of his banged up guitar, or how she didn't even bother to hide the rural nature of her accent.

This same unabashed, plain spoken behavior of course applied to the way she'd wrapped him around her finger, and, as her sweet nothings had grown more sensual and racy, he'd felt a giddy shiver skitter down his spine as her hand had subtly wormed its way down his slim abdomen and into his shorts, fingers soon beginning to playfully tickle at his clit.

They'd been dating for months, she'd reminded him, patiently letting themselves grow more intimate with each day. Be it moments playfully snatched while in public, or slow, burningly sensual makeout sessions in the privacy of their homes, it had only grown closer and closer, with the promise of that final reward always tantalizingly laying ahead.

And now, she'd crooned, she was ready to truly give it all to him. Not just her kisses, not just heavy petting and pawing at her breasts as she straddled his lap in some shopping mall parking lot. No, she'd moaned, she wanted to give up the last thing she'd been keeping from him.

The right to finally fuck her brains out.

He'd remembered the way her fingers curled into him, his cunt eagerly clamping down on them as he'd let out a moan of delightful surprise at her statement, and the way his head bobbed up and down as he practically exploded with happiness. The sight of her round, deliciously robust ass bouncing up and down as she bounced up from his side and strode over to her backpack had more than made up for the lack of stimulation to his cunt, as a rush of even greater arousal had shot through him when he saw the substantially sized dildo she pulled out of the backpack, spinning on her heels to playfully lick at it while her eyes, hazy with a passionate blend of lust and romantic adoration were locked with his. She leaned down on the sand, almost worshipfully beginning the process of helping him into the strapon.

The fumbling to get the strap-on onto his hips was made a truly delicious experience by the way she'd so eagerly kissed, caressed, and pawed at his body as she helped him into it, the feeling of it rubbing up against his pussy lips made even better by the way she'd firmly grasped the strapon and rubbed it against him even harder.

"C'mon, Ferox," she'd growled, gently pushing him back down to the sand. "Make me yours with this big, thick, oh so fuckin' marvelous cock of yours."

He'd watched transfixed as she'd straddled him, eyes fixed on his as her hands reached back behind herself to untie the strings of her bikini top, letting the proud, soft mounds of her breasts to swing loose, as she then moved a paw between her legs, shoving the already-visibly soaked triangle of fabric that covered her vagina asides as she began to finger herself in a lurid display of open lust for him.

"You got me soaked, sugah," she cooed, the wet, squelching sound of her fingers pumping in and out of herself being a primal undertone to her sultry voice, "Got my pussy all wet, hot, an' bothered for ya."

"Lyra," he'd moaned, hands reaching up for her tits as he pawed at them. "You've got _ me _ soaked."

She'd grinned, a wide, toothy smile that lit up her face like the sun. "Then let's get to fixin' that."

And with that, she'd plunged herself down onto the dildo, the pair letting out throaty moans of delirious pleasure as she felt the dildo plunge deep inside her, and he felt the dildo rubbing against his own clit. She hadn't wasted a single second before she began to bounce herself up and down on it, her breasts hypnotically swaying too and fro, her hair becoming all the wilder, and her eyes hazy with burning lust.

That had been about thirty minutes ago. He was pretty sure she'd cum at least twice, if the shuddering moans and the way her tail had happily wagged had been any indication, and now, after all the stimulation to his own clit, he felt his own orgasm coming around.

Meanwhile, Lyra kept bouncing, up and down and up again, over and over, her voice coming out in increasingly heavy pants as she kept talking to him.

"Oh it feels so good, Ferox. So fuckin' good ta finally do this. Finally get your cock in my pussy where it belongs. You like it dontcha? Like the way it feels when I fuck you?" She panted, leaning forwards slightly to let her breasts be lightly squished between her arms.

"You don't just like it, you love it, dontcha? Love everythin' 'bout it, too. The way my tits sway, the way I'm just a pantin' bitch for ya", her dirty talk intensified, her voice growing huskier by the moment. "Oh I love it too. Love it so goddamn much. You know that, dontcha?"

Ferox just nodded, his eyes locking onto her tits as they bounced and swung before him. "Oh fuck yesssss," he'd hissed, one hand grabbing at the plush flesh of her hips, and the other reaching up to tug at her nipples. "Fucking finally we get to do this... been waiting for so fucking long, baby."

"Oh babe, me too. Damn near had ya finally fuck me this mornin'. Was so fuckin' horny for ya, sugah. Took everythin' I could to not jump ya..." Lyra answered, "Oh but I just knew I had to wait. That way we could do it the right way. Make it romantic as hell." She bit her lip, eyes briefly rolling back.

"Make me cum, baby, c'mon, make me squirt!" She keened, her pumping intensifying even as Ferox began to growl and claw at her body even more.

"Fuck yes, cum, cum over and over, baby," he growled. "I'm gonna cum!"

Lyra let out a laugh, her riding speeding up even more. "Yes baby cum with me. Cum with me, make me yours and then pin me down and pound me 'til I can't move no more! And when you're done, just keep goin'! Make me your little slutty bitch!"

With a cry of orgasmic satisfaction, Ferox finally hit his peak, his grip tightening around Lyra's plush hips with a snarling groan. His pussy clenched on nothing, but he didn't care, the delightful high of the sensation of the strapon's base rubbing against his clit being more than enough.

There was a brief pause as the pair spiraled down from their shared orgasm, and as Ferox lay there panting, his eyes lustfully traced over Lyra's sweaty but delicious form. Lyra's own face, flushed with pleasure, gazed down at him with lidded eyes.

"Oh baby, that sure was worth every penny," she cooed, licking her lips as she eased herself down so she could lay atop Ferox's chest. "Wasn't it, sugah?"

Ferox nodded, hands still wandering her figure, idly pawing at the curve of her ass or the arc of her hips. "Oh absolutely..." he sighed, before gently pushing up against her.

Taking the cue, Lyra eased her weight off him a tad, only to let out a squeal of laughter as, with a sudden burst of energy, Ferox spun her around so he now lay on top, eyes locking with hers and staring deeply into them.

"I don't know about you," he began, leaning down to lick up a bead of sweat that rolled down between her eyes, keeping eye contact the whole time. "But I'm still horny, babe. You know what that means right?"

Lyra giggled, finger playfully tapping her chin. "Oh let me guess... we keep goin' at it like rabbits?"

Ferox nodded, his hips beginning to aggressively pump forwards again. "Exactly... just you and me and -- nngh -- this beach. I'm gonna fuck you until neither of us can move a muscle."

Lyra licked her lips, hips rising to meet his thrusts. "Do it baby... fuck me into a coma. Don't stop till I'm doin' nuthin' but squirtin' and screamin' yer name. And then..." she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head down to whisper into his ear. "Then keep fuckin' me. Fuck me forever baby, till the end of time."

Ferox replied only with a deep, near feral growl of arousal, and began to thrust even harder. That was the last little push he needed. The last thing to help him cut loose. Months of patience, of calmly waiting and holding back were finally over. No more would he have to rely on just his fingers, or a dildo that never quite managed to equal the warmth of another, tender touch. He had all he wanted, and he was going to take it all and indulge until he couldn't move a muscle. And he knew absolutely for sure that Lyra was more than happy to do the same. To edge him on to even greater lustful, blazingly erotic heights, only to grab him tight and cry for more.

They were two of a kind. Two lovers joined at the hip, ready to tackle all life threw at them, and do it knowing that, no matter what, they'd be woven together with an intimacy only they would know. It was both deeply sexual yet warmly intimate, and the two wouldn't have it any other way.

As he thrust away, and his voice began to join Lyra's in a chorus of erotic yelps, growls, and screams of ecstasy, the sound of the ocean continued, the rolling of the waves and the balmy breeze intermingling with the sounds of two furs tangled in primal passion, as the sun, having been working it's way to the horizon all the while, finally dipped out of sight.

The day might have been over, but if the passion and speed of Lyra and Ferox's fucking was any indication, the night itself was just beginning. And if the two lovers had their way, it would be the first of many, many more, all hopefully filled with the same dizzy, explosively erotic passion.

The perfect end to a perfect day.

The End