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I miss the ocean.

There was a time in my life when I could get up from my bed, go outside my front walk, and see the beautiful blue Pacific staring back at me, and above it, brightly-colored sails from passing boats etched into the horizon, passing one another like perfect strangers.

Of course, now I live on the other side of the country entirely, thanks to a job after college. I'm still near the ocean, but it's the Atlantic. And to be honest, the Pacific has it beat. I don't know why. Maybe it's personal choice, maybe it's the warmer, cleaner water, or the greater variety of denizens in its depths. Being a brown bear, fishing is one of my favorite things to do. It wasn't any problem at all wading out maybe fifty yards or so, just deep enough to submerge myself in, and grab a few fish swimming around my body. They made great snacks, or if it was a night swim, awesome entree over a roaring fire on the beach.

The beach.

That's really what I miss the most. The warm, golden sand, soft and silky on my feet when I walked, or on my back or stomach when I lay down in the sun. I guess I miss that most of all. I mean, have you ever really thought about how good the sand feels? It's not abrasive at all, at least to me. It feels like silky, smooth glass, just like what we make from it.

Don't tell no one this, well I guess it doesn't matter since I'll be gone soon, but I used to spread out on my stomach, and when no one was looking, I'd pull down my shorts enough to get my cock free, so it could actually get into the sand. I'd just lay there, thrusting my hips and fucking that hot sand and it was incredible, almost as good as sex. And I had the most amazing orgasms too. I would damned near cum so hard I'd have to bite my lips to keep from screaming and alerting the beach-goers what the naughty bear was up to.

Well, anyway, all I want to do is get on a plane now, and head back home to Santa Monica. My Mom died a few weeks ago there, and I had to go back to the old place and spruce up, and settle all her old things, and then the wake and funeral. It was really hard on me, but I'm getting through it.

Just one more flight, and I'm done. I've got someone waiting for me.

Who is she? Samantha. No, no last name. Well, she really doesn't need one, does she?

What can I tell you about her? Well, since we're friends and all, and we still have a bit of beer left in our glasses, I guess I can share a little story with you.

Santa Monica is famous for having some of the most beautiful beaches in the country, among them Venice Beach, with its world-famous boardwalk, nearly 500 stores, and miles and miles of golden sand. I've been to Venice Beach more times than I can count, and every time I visited, I enjoyed the beach itself more than anything, even the water. I can't describe how it felt. I mean, you're sitting there in nothing but shorts, and the sand is just soft, and warm, like smooth glass against your fur.

It's like paradise.

So anyway, I got into town for my Mom's funeral, and had to stay over a few extra days. As usual, I wanted to hit the beach but it was really crowded that day, I think it was last Saturday. I walked through the steady throng of beach-goers, found a mercifully-quiet, kid-free area, and spread out a towel before lying down on my back. There was a temptation to go visit the boutiques on the Boardwalk and maybe grab a soda, but instead I stayed on the beach and watched the sailboats in the distance, and a few planes emitting vapor trails across a cloudy sky.

I think I dozed for a bit. My paws came off the towel and grabbed sand, squeezing it. It felt so soft and warm. It was so relaxing and comforting.

That was when I heard Samantha's voice for the first time.

"May I join you?"

I opened my eyes in the hazy glare of the hot afternoon sun and looked first at two attractive, shapely black-furred legs, and my gaze traveled up a sleek, hourglass figure, prominent breasts held behind a white bikini top, and then upwards to the curious face of a panthress smiling down at me. Expressive, dark green eyes held mine, and she swiped thick, long black hair from her cheek.

I was a bit tongue-tied. She was extremely beautiful. "Um...I...excuse me?"

She frowned and then gestured around the beach with a wave. "Really crowded today. Not many places to sun. I was asking if I could take the spot next to you."

I sat up quickly, a little too quickly, and my vision must have doubled or blurred or something. The panthress' form seemed to shimmer briefly in the sunlight, and then she was solid again. "Oh, sure, sure!" I got to my feet and started arranging my towel a little. "Here, I can make more room for you."

She laughed and put a paw on my shoulder. "No need, bear, really. I didn't bring a towel or anything." She then knelt in the sand, getting to her knees, and stretched languidly, her head tilted, eyes closed, enjoying the hot sun on her face. For a moment, it was like the entire beach's population stopped to stare at her. I imagined any second now, some rugged, or buff feline would come sniffing around her to ask her to swim, or to put lotion on her fur.

Surprisingly, no one did. I thought about the old adage, "the most beautiful women in the world are often the loneliest", and thought that rang true here.

When she was done stretching and hardening the genitalia of most of the men in our vicinity, she lay down on her back and dug her toes and feet into the sand, covering them up. "Mmm...really nice here today," she whispered so only I could hear. "I love it when the sand is warm like this."

I laid on my side so I could face her, trying not to admire just how lovely a woman she was. I could feel an erection coming with full force, and I quickly crossed my legs, trapping it. She'd practically said what I'd been thinking earlier. "So...you really like the sand too, huh?"

She smiled and rolled over so she could face me, laying her head on her paw, her green eyes glimmering - glowing? "I love the sand. To me, it is, well, very special, bear."

"Oh, you can call me Boom, Miss...?"

She smiled and there was Heaven personified. "Samantha will do for me."

"Samantha. That's a gorgeous name. That sure fits you."

I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, like "So, do you want to go somewhere? Only $100 cash.", or "Oh, may I keep a space for my boyfriend/girlfriend/fiancé/significant other?", or the classic "Well, nice meeting you. Please leave me be now."

But she just smiled and blushed prettily, twitching her whiskers at me. And those gorgeous green eyes just seemed to glow brighter. I was convinced the sunlight was just doing something to touch her eyes a certain way, and left it at that. "So...tell me what you love about the sand, gentle Boom."

I glanced at her in confusion, and then rubbed my forehead. "That's funny. My...um, well, this will sound crazy, but my Mom called me that when I was a cub, when I first came to the beach. She'd watch me make sand castles, and then I'd get bored and wander through the sand, and I'd lose my balance and plop right down, and she'd say I had a gentle-boom, and it stuck."

Samantha nodded. It didn't seem like she nodded because she understood - it was almost like she knew. "Mm-hmm. That really fits you. You're very big, built, but cuddly. Your mother has an excellent insight into your character."

"Well, yeah, she did. She, um...passed away a few days ago."

She quickly leaned over and placed a paw on my hip. "I'm so sorry. She was a wonderful mother to you, I know."

I smiled, liking her immensely and immediately. "She was. Very strong, knew what she wanted to do, and had a really good life. It was peaceful too."

I smiled in spite of my sadness because this was probably the greatest conversation I'd ever had with someone so attractive. In a split second, I'd resigned myself to the idea of spending the rest of the afternoon talking to her - the hell with the boardwalk boutiques. "Well, my Mom tried to get under my fur sometimes too, I guess all Moms do that. What about you? I'll bet yours had all sorts of cute names for you growing up."

Her eyes held my own and it was like I could feel her inside my head briefly. "None I really care to think about, that's for sure." She shooed away further chat on that topic with a wave of her paw. "Want to make sand castles again, gentle-boom?" She was already sitting up and crossing her legs.

Something in her voice felt so familiar to me. I hadn't really made sand castles in years, but it suddenly seemed to me like there was nothing else I'd rather do. "Well, sure, why not?" I was further surprised when she grabbed at my arm, indicating I was to help her up, and I pulled her to her feet. For a briefly moment, our bodies were pressed together, and she felt as hot as the sun against me. She then pulled away, though she kept a paw on my arm as we padded through the sand and down towards the pounding surf.

We knelt down in the sand and started to work. I was spellbound at the way Samantha and I worked. We went about sand-castle building like it was an Olympic sport. In no time at all, we had a solid foundation of sand blocks, with a barbican etched with tiny patterns at the front, followed by a gatehouse, surrounded by four towers lined with portcullis and battlements. In the center, we placed a tall keep. Throughout the whole time we were building, we barely spoke. It was like we knew exactly how the castle would look inside our own heads. We complemented each other perfectly, like we were a two-person team. We were finished in less than an hour.

I had never seen a more beautiful piece of sand art. Nor had I made something like this before. I didn't grow up with a lot of history. In fact, I'd never seen an actual castle in my whole life. Yet, here one stood, almost a replica of anything you'd have seen in the Middle Ages, scaled down to glassy, sparkling, sandy beauty.

We leaned back and sat down cross-legged side by side and gazed at our work. After a few moments, I sighed. "We built this thing way too close to the shore, you know. Tide will come in and rip this thing to pieces in a few hours."

Samantha smiled and her eyes flashed. "We'll see." She turned around so she could face me, and started to pick up sand by the paw-full around us, dropping it on my bare legs and feet.

I laughed, watching her. "Now what are we building?" The warm, soft sand on my fur was an intense aphrodisiac again, and I noticed I was thick enough between my legs she'd notice the outline by now.

Samantha just giggled sweetly. "You love how it feels..."

I licked my dry lips, not sure what to say to that at first. "I...well, yeah, I do. I always have..." I in turn picked up a large paw filled with sand and sifted it through my digits, pouring it slowly over her bare legs. I was delighted to hear her let out a soft, satisfied sigh. "I guess you...love it too, huh?"

I suddenly noticed it was quiet. The drone of laughter and endless conversation had died completely. I looked around and my mouth dropped open in total shock.

The beach was empty. Not a soul was on it, not even birds. I looked out to sea, and even the few sailboats I'd noticed earlier were gone. Up in the sky, there wasn't a single cloud, nor were there the after-trails of jets or planes. There was nothing.

We were completely, utterly alone - as if we'd suddenly landed on an uncharted, desolate island together - or we were the last two creatures left alive on the whole planet.

I just sat there in the sand, stunned, and then wordlessly Samantha leaned over to me, pressing her mouth to mine, and suddenly I didn't care about anything. My paws hung around her shoulders and I kissed her back deeply, lots of passion and lust bursting from me. Her paw reached down eagerly, taking great pains to untie my swimsuit and tug it off from around my erection, which sprang up to meet her roaming paw immediately.

I moaned into her mouth as her paw wrapped around my hard cock and pulled. Breathless, she pulled away and unhooked her bikini top, letting out the most luscious, perfectly-formed, black breasts I have ever seen, capped with thick, glorious brown areolas and nipples. Then she was pushing me back into the sand, pulling off the rest of my suit and letting it lie twisted around my ankles like an effective bond.

"Samantha..." I whimpered.

"Shhh, hush gentle-boom..." The panthress smiled and began pouring more sand onto me, first along my legs, missing my groin area, and going for my stomach and chest. It was like being put into a low-heat oven. The sand almost burned my fur, like hot wax. When I was completely covered from the neck down - except for my groin - she lay down gently atop of me, squashing her breasts into my chest, and kissed me soulfully again, working her tongue in and out of my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her back and she trembled in my embrace. I pulled at her bottom bikini string and it fluttered away in a sudden ocean breeze that stirred up, and then just as quickly faded. She was now naked atop of me, a pure vision, and she ground her hot pussy all over my cock, wetting it with her perspiration and juices.

She slowly pulled up so she could straddle my lower legs, and then giggled. "I missed a spot..." She reached over and grabbed more sand, watching my cock intently as she coated more hot, silky sand over it. A pure shot of pleasure suddenly ripped through my whole body, and without even meaning to, I shot a thick wad of cum from my cock, spattering her stomach. She gasped, looking down at herself, then mmmed softly and gathered the wad up with a digit, licking it off.

"Mmm, more, gentle-boom. I have waited so long..." She continued pouring more sand over me, until my groin was my completely covered, and my cock was now coated with a paste of wet, sticky sand. When she was done burying me, her body swayed and rocked atop of me like a snake's, and then she scooted down, taking my cock, sand and all, into her hot mouth and sucking me off hard.

I'd never felt anything like it. Not ever. It was literally blowing my mind. My head was pounding, my heart was racing, my cock was throbbing so hard. And all the while, I could feel her tongue trailing over my shaft, her mouth tightening around the length, pulling, tugging...it was so hot.

I came like I had never done before. There was a sudden jerk in my body that nearly unburied me, and the next moment, I was emptying what seemed like an endless supply of bear-cum into her mouth. She never flinched. She just kept a tight hold on my cock and swallowed, making loud gulping sounds. Her paw came around my lower-cock region and pumped me up and down, milking me and finally draining me.

She took a few more swallows and then slowly pulled her mouth off of my cock. The sand was gone there. She'd eaten every grain of it. "Oh my, gentle-boom," she whispered, trembling all over. "I want to mate you now, like I have wanted to since the day I met you..."

There wasn't time for it to register to me what a strange thing that was to say to someone you had just met. The panthress eagerly straddled my stomach, grabbing my flaccid cock behind her and working it up to hardness again after a few jerks and tugs. Then with me moaning in need, she gathered up as much of my length as she could, guided the thick tip to her pussy, and then let out a strangled cry of delight as she then sank down onto me, taking me balls-deep.

She put her paws on my chest and clawed my pecs hard as she rode me senseless. I had hardly any orgasm left to give her, since I was still so worn out, but it turned out, she needed the pleasure more. I grabbed her hips and helped her with the motions, and soon we had a perfect rhythm.

After maybe ten minutes of our wild fucking in the sand, she threw her head back and cried out, cumming hugely over my cock. I felt the warmth of her juices surrounding and then soaking me, until they started coming out of her pussy and dribbling down my stomach.

And that was when I noticed it wasn't her juices.

It was sand.

Sand was coming out of her in rivulets, and it felt amazing on me.

Again, I didn't really understand what was going on, but in time our bodies relaxed and were less tense. She pulled herself slowly off of my cock and more sand poured from her. Samantha then rolled off of me and collapsed next to me, panting.

"That was so...amazing...ohhh, I always wondered how you mortals..." Her voice trailed off amid panting.

Finally, some semblance came to me. "Mortals? Samantha...what...what's going on?" I sat up slowly, looking at her steadily. "Have we met?" I whispered, sounding more horrified than I probably intended to.

She grinned this time. "In a manner of speaking, yes." She giggled and got to her knees next to me, caressing my chest. "Dear gentle-boom," she said softly, "I have known you your whole life. I have watched you, held you, I have been around you, inside you, a part of you. When you first set a foot on me, I felt you. When you played, I would play with you. When you covered yourself, I felt how warm and safe you were. When you entered me...that first day...I was so...drawn to you...gentle-boom..." Her face fell a bit and her long whiskers drooped. "But then...you, you left...I never thought you would return. I went to so many beaches to try to find you again. I kept hoping you would eventually come back home..."

I swallowed hard. "I...well, I came home because my Mom died. I was actually coming home to put her things away and settle affairs and what not."

Samantha nodded. "I know..." She sighed and looked around us, at the still-empty beach. I noticed the tide had changed considerably, and was already lapping at the fabulous castle we'd built earlier. Not surprising to me, it was holding up against the wall of water just fine.

"I must leave you for now." She suddenly got to her feet and started to walk away.

"Wait!" I cried out and pulled myself out of the sand to take her paw. "Who are you...?"

Samantha blushed and her eyes glowed again. "I am Psamathe. And I am the Nereid goddess of the sand."

My mouth dropped open. "G-g-goddess...? Wait...wait..." I struggled for words. "W-will I see you again?"

She smiled and turned to me, naked, glorious, warm, and pressed her body against mine to kiss passionately before pulling away. "I will be waiting..."

And her whole form started to shimmer like before, and then dissolve, until she was nothing but grains of sand falling to the beach.

A light shot into my eyes, blinding me momentarily, and suddenly the beach was full again, and crowds of people were gasping, laughing, or shouting out at the naked bear standing dumbfounded in the rising tide.

Our sand castle was gone.

**

Yeah, I know, it's a crazy story. But I really don't care what you believe. I mean, we're just here sharing a drink while I wait for my flight to LAX.

Where am I going? Back to Santa Monica, of course.

I met Psamathe one more time, see. It was just as I was leaving the beach to go home. I heard her inside my head, whispering softly, saying how much she needed me, and wanted to be with me forever, how she'd always loved me.

It's no big deal. I just have to do something first and then we can be together always.

My family's pretty much gone now that my Mom's dead. I don't have too many friends, and I'm in between jobs.

I don't really think anyone's going to miss me if I suddenly up and vanish.

Well, they just called my flight.

I probably won't see you ever again, so you have a nice life, be good to yourself, and be good to others.

END