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In the wake of some provisional vacation time brought on by a minor injury, the wide-hipped office worker Leorajh found himself enjoying the beach. Australia made up for its spiders and inhospitable tracts of land with exquisite beaches. Work so often went home with Leorajh that in spite of his home city's closeness to the beach, he almost never had time for them; so when he did, he made sure to get the most out of it that he possibly could. Such was evident in the way he sprawled on his beach blanket, folded his arms behind his head, stared at the pillowy clouds in the sky through his sunglasses.

He loved everything about the scene from the gentle lap of the water on the wet, spongy sand to the soft sea breeze bringing salty and humid smells together. His long tail flicked, a content display for a content feline. He only wished he'd had the forethought to head for the nude beach instead, because even though his girly body looked wonderful in a one-piece literally fit for an A-cup woman which put his wide hips and round behind on obvious display, he would have liked to be nude under these circumstances. Not for lewd reasons, but because he loved the feeling of the sun on his exposed fur.

What kept the beach from being overcrowded and thus unappealing was the fact that it wasn't tourist season. Those who lived near the beach came to it so often that it had lost some of its charm, while those who wanted to go more often were, like Leorajh, mired in work. Lashonda had a foot in either group with her dual citizenship, belonging to the United States and Australia alike. Here she worked and lived with her Australian husband, while in the US she visited family.

Much like Leorajh resting a few hundred feet up the beach from where she was walking, Lashonda was on vacation. She was six months pregnant, very nearly glowing in her teal two-piece with a belly bump and her full breasts thicker than usual, building up milk for the coming pup. It wasn't expected of a Mightyena to be anything but a mangy carrion-eater, but Lashonda had a beautiful body and a shiny coat of fur, with a pretty face perpetually locked in a coy smile.

By the time Lashonda had leisurely walked to the particular section of the beach where Leorajh sunned himself, he had rolled over onto his belly. Under any other circumstances, he would have done this for the sake of showing off his ass which was, in a word, perfect. As he delighted in knowing, he sported an ass which made women jealous and men lustful. It was only natural he'd show it off like a hussy; but today he wanted only to feel the caress of the sun warming him, giving his tawny fur some much-needed vitamins which the office sorely lacked.

Lashonda shot a glance at Leorajh and thought well now, that's one gifted little girl, almost got more booty than me. The thought made her smile. She pulled the rim of her sunhat lower, took a better look at Leorajh, and came to the conclusion that no, this pretty feline had more booty than she did. It was unbelievable.

Leorajh had his eyes shut and his ears were similarly out-of-tune. He was listening more for the ocean and the occasional seagull call than he was for footsteps, so while he didn't exactly know somebody was standing near him, he still noticed the sudden coolness brought on by shade. Thinking it to be an admirer, he slyly said, "I don't mind if you look, I don't even mind if you touch, but please don't block my sun."

The Mightyena blushed, flinched back. She laughed sweetly into her paw. "I'm sorry, hon," she said in a thick and syrupy New Orleans accent. "Just, uh, stopped here to think, y'know?"

Stopped to think. Is that what you're calling it? Leorajh rolled over smoothly, lifting himself in a way that kept his blanket from bunching up underneath him. He smiled toothily at her. Her baby bump was delightfully cute, her wide hips a treat all their own. "Oh, congratulations," he cooed, completely genuine.

"Aw, thank yuh," the Pokemon laughed, stroking the curve of her belly from just below her breasts to the bottom of its overhang, as if inspecting a melon for imperfections. "Yuh wanna feel?"

"Would I?" gushed Leorajh, his smile widening as he sat up. He knelt on the blanket and Lashonda waddled a little closer, resting her paws on her hips, standing in a fatigued way as if she were holding herself up.

Slowly and sweetly, his tail flicking behind him, Leorajh caressed the Mightyena's swollen belly. A subtle kick from within greeted him as he traced his fingers around her bellybutton, which at that point had become an outie. He laughed quickly but joyfully, one of the few times in recent years he'd laughed without a lurid reason behind it. "Feisty little thing in there. Must not like strangers touching mommy."

"If he-or-she's gonna be anything like their big brother, then no, not at all," Lashonda said with a laugh. She was so giddy, so sweetly amused by Leorajh's reverent touches on her belly that her inner filter was momentarily gone: "Yuh not really a girl, ah yuh?" Immediately Leorajh met her eyes with a blush and a contrite little smirk. The Mightyena blushed back, clapped a paw over her mouth, then started a nervous hyena laugh. "Oh--! Oh, gawd, I'm sorry!"

Leorajh slid his paws down, removed them from her belly slowly, and put them on his knees. Behind him, his tail challengingly flicked. "Did I fool you?" he asked with a wink. "It happens now and then. Sorry for the confusion," he said in a tone which was not at all apologetic. Lashonda sneered down at him. "Why don't you sit down here, with me? One spot's as good as the next to sun yourself."

The Pokemon chuckled. She didn't find Leorajh threatening in the least, pegging him as completely queer. She was half right. "Sounds good, scoot on ovah," she said, and joined him on the beach blanket. Toes in the sand and butt on the blanket, she hugged her knees and looked at Leorajh with a big smile, friendly but naturally toothy considering her species. The lion was a bit miffed that she topped him not only in booty, but enamel too. Nevertheless, he smiled back.

"I'm Leorajh," he sweetly introduced himself, offering her a paw. In spite of his girlishness, his paw was masculine and strong, but sporting carefully trimmed claws and buffed pads.

"Lashonda," she said right back, giving his paw a squeeze. "Yuh sound like yuh from 'round here, Leorajh. Am I right or wrong?"

"Born and raised," he answered calmly. "Ah, but you, you're not," he chuckled. He twisted on his butt, turned and folded a leg under himself. "Let me see..." Exaggerating his thoughtfulness, he pooched out his lower lip, tapping it with his index finger. Lashonda waited patiently, her tail swishing behind her. If he didn't get it right, she was apt to pinch his nipples. "I've heard that accent befo-o-ore, don't tell me-e-e... mmm, New Orleans?"

Although she laughed and nodded, Lashonda said, "Nah." As Leorajh's smile faltered, she corrected him with a wink, "Ny'Awlins."

Leorajh laughed daintily. "Ah, should have known. That was my second guess, do I still win the prize?"

She narrowed her red eyes and a snicker rose in her throat. With a big, teasing paw, she clutched Leorajh's chin and leaned in close, nearly bumping noses. "Yuh prize? Depends, I guess. What'cha want fuh one?"

As an occasional stand-in for the charismatic mayor of the city he worked in, Leorajh was a shrewd negotiator. He narrowed his own eyes and cracked a smirk, one framed by his big smilodon fangs. "Depends on what you've got to offer, doesn't it? It seems to me, just from a glance, that you've got a few things I might like..."

The pleasantly surprised look on the Mightyena's face was one Leorajh had seen many times. More or less, it meant and here I thought you were a faggot. His usual answer, as he gave now, was a coquettish smile and a small shrug. Looks can be deceiving, this gesture said.

Lashonda had charisma enough to give the sleazy cat a run for his money, but she could be coy when it suited her. A big pregnant woman with tits swollen like cantaloupes tended to be most desirable with a veneer of innocence, she found. It must have been the contrast; to be knocked up in the first place, she obviously had to have had sex. But if she acted naive, even sweet in spite of that, men tended to trip over their own tongues trying to get to her.

She drew back her paw from his chin and purposefully adjusted her jugs, doing so in a way that looked surreptitious, even shameful. "Aw, sor'uh, not a whole lot I can offer yuh, yuh know? Best I got," she couldn't help herself from smiling now, "is some cream in these here titties, but what kinda pussy-cat likes that?"

"A-a-actually, I think I could settle for that," said Leorajh as nonchalantly as he could, leaning back and putting his paw in the sand. "I mean, if nothing else, I'd be doing you a favor, right?"

"Oh, yuh," Lashonda agreed. "They get real heavy. Lightenin' the load'd be real nice," said the Mightyena with a sagely nod. To Leorajh's immense pleasure (the surface of which he showed in a widening smile and a swish in his tail), Lashonda reached behind her back and pulled the string of her top, untying it like a shoelace. The teal cups fell free, baring fat jugs to the salty, warm air. "Yuh want me to get m'nips stiff for yuh, sweetheart?" she asked, her accent bending the word into an adorable sweet-haht.

When it came to titties, Leorajh was nothing if not a DIYer. He waved off the notion and politely said, "Don't worry yourself with that, I'll suffer through it for your sake." As Lashonda snickered into her palm, he scooted off the blanket, digging short furrows in the sand with his knees. He pulled the blanket straight then gestured to it.

"Yuh a real gentleman, Leorajh," the Pokemon chuckled, lying back on the blanket. Lying prone suddenly made her realize how swollen and sore her feet were. Her pregnant belly was terrifically heavy. Even now she felt it weighing down on her organs. Had she not fastidiously taken care of it before waddling down the beach, she was certain the sudden pressure of lying back would have left her needing to pee. In the culmination of all her weariness about being knocked-up, Lashonda sighed and closed her eyes. When Leorajh leaned over her and grasped one of her thick breasts, however, she smiled. Being irresistible to men was almost as rewarding as the gift of life.

Though he cupped the tit softly, he rubbed the nipple firmly. The dark, only vaguely pink nub began to swell, poking up to stand at attention the more Leorajh thumbed it. All the little bumps around the admittedly wide surface area of her areola (something she was self-conscious of) tickled the flesh of Leorajh's pad. He smiled impishly. "Little inside joke with a woman I work with," he chuckled. "We say these bumps are braille for lick here."

Lashonda laughed for quite a while at that. It didn't even start off as little titters or hitches, but just full-on belly laughing from the start. It continued even as the sly, smiling cat dragged his textured tongue along her stiffened nipple. The feeling made her shudder, but her laughter went on, only beginning to settle down as the cat wrapped his lips around the nub. His slow, somehow reverent suckling made the Mightyena croon and let loose a groan. Warm breastmilk, though watery in texture, spurted onto Leorajh's tongue. He let his tail swish as he nursed.

"Ah, that's nice, suck'm all yuh like," she said with a sigh. She slowly petted down his back, rubbing underneath his long, lovely hair. "Yuh gotta tell me what shampoo yuh use sometime, I'm lovin' yuh hair..."

Leorajh couldn't have told her, actually - only the Furfrou who did his hair knew, and she was usually too busy getting him to suck her dick for him to ask just what it was that she did his hair with. He ignored the thought and suckled a little harder, his sucks pulling the nub up tight between his front incisors. Milk shot into his mouth in strangled squirts and he massaged both breasts softly. As a result of this, the tit he wasn't suckling from began to ooze milk. Lashonda didn't notice it, but he did.

Of course, Leorajh didn't mind having her breastmilk on his fingers. I've had much nastier things on these grubby mitts of mine, he thought with a little smile tugging the corners of his mouth. How many handjobs had he given, exactly? It was so hard to keep track of them all. The amount of women he'd suckled milk from could be counted on one hand, however, and that made Lashonda special.

The svelte kitty pulled up, popped his lips off her tit. Milk continued to dribble from the reddened nipple and he licked it up with a hungry, but soft purr. "Mmh, yuh gonna--?" she started to ask when Leorajh leaned across her and smooched nowhere in particular on the other tit. His soft hair draped over her bulging belly like a bead curtain, and his slim breast brushed on the wet tit he'd just left.

"Yes," he answered simply, and took her other nipple into his lips. As with the first, he started slow and was gratified immediately with milk.

The Pokemon quietly moaned and crossed one swollen foot over the other, curling her toes. She felt along Leorajh's sissy body, taking special interest in his pelvis - that wide and girly bone which gave hers a run for its money. She fondled his ass and smirked big and toothy as only a hyena can. "Yuh got such a big ass," she laughed. "Yuh must be a real hit with other boys."

Leorajh pulled up enough to utter, "Like you wouldn't believe, sweetie." Milk splashed across his lips, running down his chin. He slurped the nipple back in and started to suck again.

Lashonda's smile waned into something a little more coy as she reached around the front of the big cat's pelvis. She grasped the small nub his erection made and thumbed it, her technique much the same as his had been with her nipples. Predictably Leorajh groaned and arched his spine to an absurd degree; Lashonda was always jealous of feline show-offs, especially now with her belly ballooning and her innie having popped into an outie. She rolled her eyes and tutted, "Yeah, yeah, yuh so flexible, I get it."

She heard him giggle around her tit. It was as unmistakable as it was cute, and it managed to make her smile again. The fact remained that his small penis was of considerable interest to her. She pinched it through the breathable fabric of his one-piece and traced the little ridge of the glans with her claw. Pre soaked through his swimsuit, making a tiny bead of burgundy in the red fabric. "Yuh real hard, ain'tcha, sweethaht?" she lovingly cooed, talking like a mother.

Again Leorajh popped his lips off her tit. He licked up the escaping milk then wiped his chin on the back of his arm. Sheepishly and aside, he looked at the Mightyena and grinned. "Wouldn't I be a terrible liar if I said no?"

"Most likely," Lashonda said, and winked. "S'pretty small, yuh know? Lucky fuh yuh I like 'em small."

"Small, hm," Leorajh tutted, feigning offense that came easily to so many other men. He swatted the Mightyena's face with the tuft at the end of his tail and straightened up. Lashonda nipped his tail and startled him, but he chose not to show it. "Well, my sweet 'yeen," he chuckled, pulling down the shoulders of his one-piece, slipping it down his slim and girly form, "I'll admit to being of a less-than-supreme endowment. However," and here he let his words hang with the most dramatic flair. He stood and let his one-piece drop, its crotch hitting the sand followed shortly by its shoulder straps. "...it happens to get the job done."

Leorajh's modest penis hung in the air, throbbing harshly and drizzling precum into the grains at his feet. Lashonda, resting on her elbows, gave it a savvy look then nodded appreciatively. "Yuh's is big as muh hubby's is, babe. He's all self-conscious, yuh know? But you, yuh all proud with it, it suits yuh."

The lion smiled, holding back a titter. "Thank you. But," and again he let it hang, that flair for the dramatic ever present, "this is my best feature by far." And he spun on his feet, showing his wide bubble butt. Purposefully, he squatted and gave it a little wiggle. The cheeks stayed mostly together, but Lashonda got glimpse into that deep, dark ass crack of his. She thought she saw the pucker between the cheeks.

She palmed his thick ass greedily, squeezing and kneading and pulling at the cheeks. A snicker, very hyena-like, passed her lips. "Not exactly a ladylike thing to say, but uh, yuh wanna sit on my face, sweethaht?"

Leorajh laughed. "Would I?" he emphatically cried for the second time that afternoon. In a brief series of steps and twists and squats, he knelt down over Lashonda's pretty gray snout and it disappeared into the cleft of his ass cheeks. Her tits, he found, were just before him and in an ideal spot for shenanigans, the exact nature of which became clear when he draped his modest, but hard cock in her cleavage.

It didn't surprise her that Leorajh went for her tits again, not at all. All men were drawn to them, no matter how much they liked the cock, and Lashonda didn't mind the way Leorajh ground into them. It made his ass push and pull on her snout, keeping the pink, snug pucker of his asshole moving. She slathered it anyway, oftentimes missing and tonguing his taint or even his ballbag instead, but she got an A+ for effort if Leorajh's groans and purrs were anything to go by.

Precum oozed from Leorajh's cock, smearing down the soft fur on Lashonda's boobs. Similar in texture and the rate at which it emerged was her breastmilk, coaxed out by the groping paws he kept on her tits. He still played with her nipples, keeping them perpetually stiff, reading the Braille on her again and again.

Lashonda fondled Leorajh, groping those big, pillowy butt cheeks in needy paws. She loved how they sank and gave, dimpling around her fingers like marshmallows. At one point she managed to squeeze down hard enough that she stopped him cold, and when she did, she went right for the throat - proverbially, at least. She dug her sloppy hyena tongue right into his asshole, just plowing past its puffy rim. Leorajh gasped, his spine again doing one of those dramatic and showy arches, though this time Lashonda didn't have to suffer it since she couldn't see a thing but the big, tawny curves of his ass.

Over top of the Mightyena, Leorajh panted and puffed. He could have withstood fucking those big, soft tits, and a tongue slapping against his backdoor was fine and well; it felt good, but he could keep functioning through it. But when she forced that tongue inside of him and fucked him with it, all bets were off. His grip on her breasts was firm, and his attempts to grind were secretly his efforts to escape that tongue. He loved how it wriggled and slurped inside of him... and it was going to make him pop any moment now. That he had just begun was the dominant thought in his mind.

Through some small and unintentional mercy, Lashonda unhanded his cheeks and reached down, thrusting her fingers under the waistband of her two-piece's bottom half. Leorajh shakily resumed his titfucking, but the damage was done; he was shivering as though cold in spite of the warm beach air, and his toes were curling. His penis tingled with wonderful feelings and he found an odd gratification in the way that warm milk continued to sluice through his fingers. Furthermore, and perhaps best of all, was the enthralling sight of the MILF fingering herself. He saw it only through her bikini bottom but she was so energetic about it that he found himself very involved in the show. Her knuckles dented the teal fabric over and over and over, and what was more was that she was using both paws to tease and please herself. She panted into Leorajh's phat ass, having since forgotten she wanted to tongue his asshole at all.

The lewd noises of Lashonda's pleasure - both the wet sucks and squishes of masturbation and her panting and whimpering into the deep crack of his ass - were more than Leorajh could stand. He doubled over the Mightyena, grunting and wincing. Cum rushed from his little prick, more or less oozing into her cleavage and going no further than that, but spittle fell from his bottom lip and drizzled her thick baby bump. Yuh, when yuh was about a month or two from showin' up, I tongued some Aussie homo boy's asshole, yuh, I sure did, Leorajh imagined her saying in eighteen years or so. The notion made him crack a grin, but his face was still mostly a mask of desperate pleasure. Leorajh thought of burying his snout in her pussy, but it seemed to him that she knew what she was doing - he'd just be a clumsy interloper keeping her away from her climax.

"Awh--! Oh--! Oh, fu-u-uck," Lashonda brayed under Leorajh, his butt muffling her words. Her toes curled, legs bending awkwardly at the knees, tangling the beach blanket into a mess. Rooster tails of sand flew as she kicked into the grains. Her masturbation quickened, and quickened more, and then even more still. The damp sucks and slurps were as obnoxious as they were morbidly fascinating to listen to... and then the Pokemon dug her fingers in to the knuckles and stopped. She squirted with amazing potency, soaking the crotch of her bikini bottom, whimpering into Leorajh's ass, thrashing on the already disheveled blanket. In a final gesture of pleasure she bent her legs sharply inward, her trembling knees knocking together, feet going off at crazy, opposite angles in the sand.

As awed with his climax as he was with hers, Leorajh gently dismounted the Pokemon and flopped into the sand, not caring that he was giving himself sandy cheeks. With his arms folded behind his head and his cock drooling on his pubic mound, he huffed and murmured, "That was much more fun than building a sand castle."

Lashonda laughed again, but now the sound was wrung-out. She sounded happy but incredibly tired. In spite of that, and still with a lewd edge in her voice, she asked the cat, "Yuh wanna snack? My hubby always likes a snack after we fuck around..."

Leorajh sat up slowly, turning to her with a thin smile. He descended on her from the side, cupping a tit in his soft, sandy paw. His semen glistened between her breasts like sea foam, but the vulgar sight somehow didn't detract from the beauty of her pregnant body. "The answer to milk-filled tits is always yes," he calmly said, and closed his lips around the nipple again.