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It was a nice bright day, the sun so welcoming and warm. The schools hadn't quite let out for the summer yet, and I had that swim suit from the previous year I never wore. So I went sunbathing, on the beach, with a pair of shades and a copy of "Lasers through my Heart" book nine in the Star Sloth series. I know they're cheesy, but I like Star Sloth, so get off my case.

I was content to just lay in the sun, reading, never getting wet or interacting with other people, but as the day went on, people started showing up. It was around chapter seventeen (I think), the part where Charlotte lured Phaser into her chambers with a flash of her legs though we already know she's a black widow waiting to happen, when a couple of guys decided to approach me.

"I can't help but notice you've come here alone," the larger of the two goons stated, "Want me and Toni here to help fix that?"

I put the book down, and looked up at the men. They were both sharks, both muscular, and both head and shoulders taller than me. I was suddenly very self cautious about the possibility of my bikini showing a little more of my butt than I had intended.

"I assure you," the slightly less ridiculous man added, "You would not regret partaking in our company."

I tried to ignore them and continue reading, but they were persistent. There were enough people around that they really couldn't try anything, but their attention made me nervous. They simply stood over me, making suggestions that didn't quite include me having sex with them, but did little to imply otherwise. Eventually I had all I could stand, so I gathered my things and tried to walk away.

If I walked out to my car, I might lose the support of the crowd, so I decided to try for the life guard. The men crowded up to me and repeatedly stepped ahead of me to divert my path. Every time I tried to go around them, they would move with me. I tried to tell them off, but my voice couldn't make it free of my throat. After a few rounds of the dance, they had me cowering still, ready to humor them in the hope they'd leave me alone after.

"How're you guys enjoying the beach?" A friendly voice sounded from behind the two sharks.

They turned to glare at the man, a retriever in lifeguard's trunks and tank top. His body language wasn't nearly as friendly as his voice, he seemed poised and ready to fight though his grin was calm and welcoming. One of the sharks tapped the other on the shoulder and they stalked off to find other prey.

I sighed, "Thanks," was all that could escape my lips.

The lifeguard wagged his fluffy tail, "That's what I'm here for."

I gave him the best smile I could, determined that the sharks were headed the opposite direction, and began the trek back to my car.

"Hey," the lifeguard called after me, "Don't let those guys scare you away. The beach is for everyone."

I tried to look at him, but anxiety had exhausted my social ability. Instead I stood and waited for him to finish his statement.

"Let me get you a drink. You like lemonade?" He laughed at my expression, whatever it was, and continued, "I have some friends down closer to the water, if you sit with other people, predators are less likely to snatch you up."

He guided me down to where his friends were situated. They had a cooler, a small radio, a couple umbrellas, and a line of towels. To my alarm, they were all men. Images of them all ganging up on me flashed through my mind until the lifeguard pulled the lithe poodle off his towel and immediately gave him a kiss. I stared, judge me, as the hunky retriever made out with his wiry boyfriend for an extended heartbeat.

The poodle pushed the lifeguard away blushing furiously, "Who's your friend?"

The lifeguard stared blankly at his boyfriend for a long moment, tail wagging, mouth set in a ridiculous doggy grin. It took him a moment to process the words, "Oh, sorry," he said, "Sometimes I can't resist."

"Don't mind me," I said, not realizing I had until the words were out.

"Maybe we won't," the poodle gave me a flirtatious wink draping his body over the retriever.

One of the other dogs gave them a catcall and the lifeguard explained the situation. I decided maybe if I stuck around I might get a show out of it, so I laid my towel on the edge of their group next to a portly fellow who was reading a book of his own. He had golden fur, purple trunks, and a faux leisurely attitude that only broke briefly when I took a spot next to him. He was reading "Infinity Welcomes the Brave" from the Black Dwarf trilogy. His knuckles were tense after I read the title.

"Did you get to the part where they break the light barrier?" I asked.

His body deflated, tension leaving a lot of his muscles, his belly relaxing to a soft marshmallow, his grip no longer threatening to ruin the binding of his book. He looked at me, much in the same way a kid looks at their parents when they find out summer break is over. His face shifted immediately to an honest smile, and he rolled onto his side to get a better look at me.

"No," he laughed, "Spoilers!"

I caught my tongue and yipped in surprise. I didn't think I had revealed anything significant, but I didn't mean to ruin his experience.

"'Joking," he recoiled, "I'm rereading it."

I sighed, then tried to relax, "Same," I admitted raising my own book.

He stared at it questioningly, "Star Sloth?"

"Just because he's slow doesn't mean he's not sexy," I defended my choice of literature.

"I thought I was the only one who liked those books," he relaxed and went back to reading.

I stared at him for a moment, uncertain what to make of him. And decided he was probably a decent guy, so I joined him in parallel leisure. Several hours passed with us simply existing side by side in separate worlds, his a bleak future with the last three intelligent lifeforms searching for life in the universe, mine a sexy future with lasers and seductive assassin types.

The sun was starting to set when I decided maybe it was time for me to go, but before I could the lifeguard was back strumming a few chords on a ukulele. My portly companion was busy putting on a shirt emblazoned with 'Martian Girls in Escape from Tentacle Planet', as I gathered my things. At some point I had rolled off my towel and my fur was caked with sand.

"You should stick around," the nerdy dog offered, "We were going to make S'mores and roast sausages."

My stomach growled, "Are you sure it's alright?"

The poodle overheard and laughed, "Of course, we've been trying to get Preshuss a girlfriend forever."

"Preshuss?" I giggled.

The heavy set retriever blushed, "Mom was a little weird."

My eyes opened wide involuntarily, "That's adorable!"

Precious puffed up his cheeks in mock disgust, "You're adorable."

I laughed, trying to stand. My leg was asleep so it took a lot of effort. I looked around for the showers, spotting them off in the distance. Private walled off stalls, nice. I then noticed the pair of sharks directly between me and the stalls.

"Hey, Precious," the now off duty lifeguard tapped his shoulder, "Why don't you walk the lady down to the showers and watch her stuff?"

We both spoke the first syllable of protest in unison, then cut off our statements early. I looked up at him, both of us anxious for reasons unidentified. We immediately got over our hangups with a shared chuckle.

It wasn't a long walk, but it was nice to have someone with me, even if he was a big, gay nerd who seemed less comfortable than I was. I tried to ask him a question, something about him, I guess I just wanted to know something about him, but no words came to me.

"Look who got herself a boyfriend," one of the sharks caught us off guard.

"You could do better than that," the other one suggested baring his terrifying teeth at Precious.

They homed in on me, standing tall above me, glaring down the dog like he was some sort of meal. I tried to protest, to tell them to leave us alone, but I choked on my words.

"Fuck off," Precious growled, "You're making her uncomfortable."

My shoulders tensed, my fur standing on end. The sharks were ready to clobber the guy, and it was going to be my fault.

"What you gonna do about it?" The larger shark spoke in a low threatening whisper.

Precious put a calm hand on my shoulder, which let me relax. I didn't know what he had in mind, but these guys could tear him open in an instant.

"Call your bluff," Precious stated, "And wait for you to walk away."

The sharks mulled this over a bit. Glanced at the nearby lifeguard who was staring at us, whistle up to her mouth, and decided it wasn't worth it. They walked off, one of them forcibly bumping shoulders with Precious. We continued onward.

"Don't look at them," Precious chanted quietly to himself, "Don't let them see you sweat. Keep wagging." These words seemed to relax me more than him, if his tight grip on my shoulder was any indication.

As we reached the showers, I finally turned around to see the pup. He was leaning against one of the stalls, shaking in anxious fury. He was pointedly not looking back at the sharks, and definitely not looking at me. His fists were clinched tight enough that his knuckles were visibly white even through his shaggy fur.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I looked at him, "For what?"

"For..." he waved his wrist around in the direction of the sharks, "That."

I don't know what came over me. But my first instinct was to give him a hug. I'm not the tallest, so my arms wrapped most of the way around his soft fuzzy belly. He was so warm, I found myself regretting the line of fabric between us. This seemed to calm him down quite a bit.

He reached down to return the hug with his big soft arms, "Thanks."

I broke the embrace with a sigh, and stepped towards a shower stall. The door opened cleanly, revealing that it was quite roomy in there, and even included a little nook to keep my stuff dry. I turned to tell Precious I'd only be a minute, but saw he was opening the next door. My hug had left big lumps of sand on his arms.

**

Again, without thinking, I told him, "You can join me if you want." I took a sharp breath, realizing what I suggested. But considering we were likely to stay in at least our bathing suits, it wouldn't be so bad. So I further teased "I could use the company."

Precious wagged his tail and followed me over, a bit of anxiety on his face. Once inside, I realized just how much bigger than me he was. There was barely any space to move without bumping elbows. I scooted passed him to put my bag in the little nook, and turned to see him removing his shirt.

Even though I had met him shirtless, there was something sort of exciting seeing it come off. The way his belly fur swayed and returned to form, the way his face went hidden for a brief vulnerable second, the way he brought the shirt down in a slightly embarrassed ball before stashing it, I drank it all in. When he reached over me to put the shirt away, his arm brushed against me, his belly pressing into my side, I giggled at the way he recoiled.

"Sorry," he blurted out.

I brushed past him again, purposefully letting my butt bump into his thigh, letting my foxy tail slide up his belly. He gasped in muted surprise, and I spotted a hint that maybe he was an odd man out among the company he kept. Our eyes met for the tiniest fraction of a second before he looked away blushing. I'm not sure how I was being so bold myself.

I turned the water on. Cold. We both froze, shock evident on Precious' face. It took a long moment of us standing miserable, but the water eventually started warming up. As I began to relax, I noticed Precious was staring. I looked down to see that my nipples were visible through the opaque fabric of my bikini top. He probably didn't realize that he licked his chops, but I had to laugh despite the heat growing in my cheeks.

"They do that sometimes," I admitted, playfully flicking one of my erect nipples. Big mistake, a shock of electricity ran down my body.

Precious shook himself away from the stare as though he had just realized what he was doing. He apologized again, "S-Sorry," this time with a hint of stutter.

I put my hand on his chest, my fingers immediately sinking into wet fur, "Don't be."

I turned around to start scrubbing the sand off with my hands. There was a lot, I probably looked horrible walking around like that. Precious joined me by rubbing his arms off under the water. I figured we were mostly done, so I bent to turn the water off, but something felt odd between my legs. I reached down, some sand got trapped in my bikini bottom.

I looked up at Precious who was surveying me to determine my thought process. I could have just let the sand in my butt stay, and be slightly uncomfortable for the evening. Hell, I could kick Precious out and handle it alone. I had the urge to give him a bit of a show... as weird as it would be.

"Hey, uh," Precious spoke first, "I've got sand in my trunks."

"Uh..." My brow furrowed, and I calculated my response, "Me too."

We stood silently under the running water for a long moment, both too nervous to say anything. I had a moment of bravery earlier, but this time, I simply stood, staring down at his sandy trunks. I wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed like he was thinking about what was behind my bottom, based on what was going on behind his.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

I shifted my gaze up to him, "What?"

It took him a moment to recover before he took a jovial, juvenile tone, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

I fought back laughter, absolutely the hardest thing I've done in my life, no sarcasm here. Okay... I'll admit, I did find it a little cute.

I rolled my eyes and bent over to pull down my bikini. I stopped, partway, glanced up at him with a mischievous grin, and turned around to bend at the waist showing him my, rather respectable backside before continuing. I lifted my wet tail, and let him have a full view of me. By the sound of his heavy breathing, I assumed he enjoyed it.

"I, uh..." Precious choked on his drool, "I was joking."

"I know," I snorted tossing aside the little piece of fabric, "But I really need to clean my butt."

"Gross," he said, but his heart wasn't in it.

I turned to face him, idly wiping off my nether regions, "Your turn."

Precious stared at my groin for a long moment, his face burning with blush. His eyes slowly trailed up to mine, but stopped prematurely. He donned a doggy grin complete with dropping tongue.

"Not fair," he gambled, a noticeable bit of uncertainty in his voice, "You're still wearing half your suit."

This time I laughed without abandon. He was really pressing his luck. I could respect that. It was at that moment that I realized there was simply something I couldn't identify about this nerdy oaf that kind of turned me on.

I untied the back of the top, and slid my hands slowly forward. I let the little triangles of fabric rest over my breasts for a moment, my nipples still creating little visible bumps. With all the speed of sap on a warm morning, I pushed the fabric upward, letting my fingers brush against my little pink sensitive bits. I watched Precious lick his lips, his eyes transfixed on my modest mounds of white fur.

"Your turn," I repeated, giving him a sensual smile I doubt he noticed.

He was far less showy about the affair. He struggled in the tight confines of the stall to bend enough while maintaining eye contact with my breasts. It took him a moment to get the elastic band to stretch far enough, eventually having to adjust his manhood just to get them down. Once his shorts were low enough, his member flopped into view, red and vieny with a knot already throbbing. I knew he was a big guy, but I wasn't expecting him to be that big. It was the size of my forearm.

We stood under the shower head for a long while, not saying anything. My eyes were stuck on him, a certain part of him. We were locked in embarrassed hesitance for what felt like an eternity. I tried to swallow my pride, to either make the move or don't. I had just met the guy, we could still play this off as just a jokey, friendly, awkward thing.

"Uh," Precious' voice was breathy with arousal, "Do you mind if I..."

When our eyes met, he froze. His words caught in his throat, Precious struggled to say what it was he wanted. I found myself licking my lips the same way he was, not sure what to say. So said nothing. I reached up, stretching on my toes, pulling him down by his shoulders, and kissed him.

"Do whatever you want," I whispered.

***

He bit his lip, letting his gaze drop to my breasts for a moment before looking me in the eyes. The chubby retriever pushed his full weight into a kiss, sweeping me back off my feet. It took my breath away, his lips on mine, my back flat against the wall, my toes barely touching the concrete below. I broke the kiss to gasp, his deft fingers brushing against my nipples. He cupped my breasts in each hand, letting his tongue dancing about my face in little puppy kisses until he found my lips again.

Our tongues met, brushing against one another in a dance of pure impulse. He tasted vaguely sweet, with a hint of the lemonade hiding in his manly, doggy flavor. I felt his fingers pinch down on my nipples, my back attempting to arc but unable to, pinned as I was. My hands roamed his sides, wildly grasping for handholds of fur.

His muzzle trailed away from mine, downward. I struggled to keep myself balanced with my knees trying to lock up. He gave me slobbery puppy kisses down my neck, my shoulders, to my sensitive breasts. I moaned, a nearby beach goer outside the stall made a vague vocalization of curiosity. I forced myself to stay quiet, nigh impossible with his tongue working on my perky nipple. I felt his teeth, nibbling lightly, making me squirm. My hands with a mind of their own pressing him harder into my chest, until he couldn't breath. He forcibly broke from the embrace, my hands still all over him.

He laughed, quietly, and whispered, "Thanks, I needed..."

His voice cut off as my hand, still trying to find a good spot to hold onto, brushed against his nipple. I was so surprised by his reaction, I had to try it again. He sighed in pleasure. I took the opening to press him back, my body still tingling from his advances. I couldn't press him into the wall, but I managed to reach high enough to nibble on his little teats, feeling him squirm under my assault. The tables had turned, he was putty to my touch, as I played with his most sensitive spot. That is until I identified a weight pressed against my stomach.

I felt the tip if his manhood with my fingers, and immediately shifted interest. He was so hot, so ready for me, I didn't need to give him any more foreplay, but I couldn't help it. I bend down with a coy smile and licked it starting at the knot and trailing upwards.

He pushed my head back, stopping me halfway through, "Wait."

I stared up at him, his raging hard cock in hand, "Too much?"

The words gave him pain to pass out his lips, "I don't have a condom."

Neither did I. I wasn't on the pill, and I didn't have any doubts about what I wanted. I could lie to him about it, I could tell him I'd get the morning after pill. Instead I told him the truth.

"I need you."

A subtle wave of lust shook the doubt out of Precious' eyes. His knot twitched in my fingers, as I took him in my maw. I couldn't begin to describe the flavor properly... savory, salty, a bit bitter... the best. Almost immediately he began to buck into me, colliding with the roof of my mouth awkwardly. He was so wound up, he could explode at any moment. I couldn't have that.

I released him with a soft pop, standing and slowly turned... he grabbed me by the arm and twisted me around. His hand found my back bending me down, pressing my face against the wall. My tail lifted, wagging in his face, he bit it and pulled, pins and needles bringing me to my toes. I felt his heat upon my wetness, pressing against it, failing to enter as it passed up, his knot lightly tapping my clit, solicitating a moan. I could hear a hushed whisper from someone on the other side of the wall as Precious made another attempt, this time missing downward. I tried to reach down to aim for him, but he grabbed my hand and twisted it around my back.

I felt his tip begin to part me, the pressure sending waves of energy through my body. He slowly, sensually drove himself an inch deep, parting the waters with grace. The pressure inside me was too much, he too big, stretching me too much. Then he lost himself to lust and trust the rest of his length in to the knot, slamming me into the wall, causing me such wonderful pain I couldn't help but give our voyeur something to listen to.

He wasted no time, slamming into me with wild abandon, letting me writhe in the flow. Each thrust had a strength beyond what I thought him capable of, sending me quickly into screams. He grasped my muzzle to keep me quiet as he continued to drill me. It didn't work, even my muffled moans were enough to draw a crowd.

I couldn't handle it anymore, my body convulsed with pleasure, my mind drew blank, and if I could I would have screamed with the power of my orgasm. He didn't stop, didn't let me just ride it out, he kept pounding through it, making me reach even higher. Precious didn't even let me get accustomed, his assault grew ever more urgent, his pace no longer something I could keep track of, his knot pounding against me time and again.

As soon as my prior orgasm began to wane, the sudden feeling of utter fullness sent me over the top again. His knot stretched me wide, sending me to new heights, but his seed erupting into me caused the world to spin. He howled, loud and proud, as he claimed me, tied himself to me, and, with any luck, gave me a litter of puppies.

He collapsed atop me, tongue hanging out in a doggy grin. I reveled in the afterglow, toying my fingers over his presence in my belly. I wanted to just lay there forever, a gentle soul turned dominate stud still inside me.

The door to our stall clicked open, the lifeguard holding a set of keys. We both looked up at her, embarrassed, trying to explain. No words escaped either of our mouths.

"Banned!" the lifeguard roared, "You're both banned from the beach! Get out of here!"

We looked up at the lifeguard confused. My mind still swimming, legs made of jelly. Precious tried to stand up, causing electricity to shoot through me. We were still tied.

"Now!" She shouted, "I want you out of here!"

Precious had to carry me, his knot still tying us, both naked for the world to see. Apparently we drew a decent crowd of gawking teenagers, and someone reported them. Several photos were taken, congratulations were made, jeers were plentiful, and Precious' brother had a big laugh.

The pair of sharks spotted us in the parking lot. Their jaws dropped for a second, before they assumed the faces of contempt and ambivalence. For a brief moment, the walk of shame was completely worth it.

We stood next to my beat up old car, dressing our upper bodies while we waited for him to deflate. We made small talk, mostly about sci fi novels we'd read, while we waited, and eventually he could pull out of me. The audible pop of his exit and my much louder moan, got him hard again, but we didn't risk it.

We kissed, and I drove home pantless, just to be a contrarian. I ended up taking another shower when I got back home, and I collapsed on my couch checking my phone for messages.

Fuck. I forgot to get his phone number.