Beach Trip: Part 1
Something I wrote a while back which I may continue and have a hand at writing some yiff. Should I continue and what do you think?
Sol breathed a content sigh and fell backwards with an ungraceful yet gentle thud down to the tattered down thrown carelessly across the sand, swinging his legs in the air before letting gravity pull them back down. He was a black furred rabbit with brown eyes and brown hair to match. His messy mane wrapped and tied in a mixture of thick and thin dreadlocks and when he forgot him-self, he had a tendency to sing and hum, without care of who, or what, was listening.
"Another day in paradise," he mused to himself, wriggling his body comfortably into the towel lain out on the sun bleached sand, stretching his toes out with a crack and intertwining his fingers in a neat mesh under his head. He smiled to himself, admiring the cloudless wide blue of sky, pulled tight and stretched over him, horizon to horizon.
"Bright sun, cute girls, hot guys," he declared, looking to his left as a young male canine jogged by, his tail swishing from side to side with every stride, surfboard clutched under his arm. Sol cooed in delight, his grin spreading wider across his face as he stared as the males' well-toned der-rière.
"What's not to like?" he questioned rhetorically, rolling over to his side and staring over at the young tortoiseshell feline, Rose, who was carefully hidden under an incredibly large beach um-brella, that looked as if it was carelessly splattered in colourful paints and used to bombard a troll over the head a number of times. Her hair stripped of all colour, almost appearing as the same col-our as the sand under her, and left to become incredibly chaotic.
Her body remained curled around its self and arched over a tattered sketch pad, almost protecting it, like her own child, from further harm. A chewed and partly snapped pencil firmly griped in her right paw and her other paw used to hold her head, saving it from dropping down and knocking against her collar-bone. Her pale eyes stayed stationary, phased out into the marked paper, navi-gating the pencil across the page and looking as if they and the mind behind them had moved out into a different world far beyond the physical.
"Huh?" she asked, snapping out of her dream land and finally looking up at the shirtless male from her smudged sketches and eligible markings that graced the tattered sketchbook page.
"I'm sorry Sol, did you say something?" she added in a soft, slightly embarrassed tone.
"Oh no," he chucked; "I never said I word." he assured her, whipping out a pair of sunglasses and sliding them on so they perched carefully on his snout. He continued to stare over at her, wriggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner from under his shades, causing his companion to scowl back at him.
"What in hell are you doing?" she demanded, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow.
"Me?" he inquired, "Oh, I'm charming you with my eyebrow dance!" he proclaimed proudly, his cocky, alluring smile growing ever larger.
Frowning to herself, Rose rolled her eyes exasperatedly and dropped her sketch pad in the shade and heaved her stiff form to her feet, pressing her paw palm to her lower back and cracking herself loose.
"Seen your sister?" she inquired, dropping her hands to her sides and towering over the lazy male.
"Who? Luna? Not since noon, she's probably trying to win the surfing contest again or flaunting her 'assets'." Sol snorted unhappily. "Man, you women can get ANYTHING you want when you jiggle something squishy but if a man does it...It's 'indecent public exposure' or some crap like that." he rambled to himself, adding air quotes and a childish groan to his typical tone, almost, to him, to emphasise his ridiculous point.
A confused stare replaced her typical dreamy, other worldly look as she watched the rabbit com-plain further to himself. With a grunt she turned away from him.
"I'm going exploring," she uttered before padding off across the beach, disregarding his short rant.
"Yes yes." Sol droned, finishing his rant half way done and waving his hand, uninterested at whatever events would unfold for his familiar. He rolled over to his front and watched her scamper off, digging her hind paws into the shining glitter of sand, kicking up sand with every bound.
"Don't be the weird stranger that talks to normal people!" he called out to her, laughing softly to himself before burying his snout into his toned arms and dozing off into a comfortable snooze un-der the suns intense rays, ruffling his fur, letting the heat of the suns intense, powerful rays pour into his core.