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Pride Bay Chapter One By Roofles

It was a nice sunny day in a coastal town that sat directly next to the beach. The town was made for those traveling from the Capital in the North to the second largest city in the state in the South. With this the town was made into a large strip with a central road between the shops and tourist attraction and the housing on the farther side, away from the shore up more in the hills. And of course the main attraction of all was the beach.

Sandy shores with an endless sea, crashing waves and the smell of salt in the air. Who couldn't love it? Gulls crying high above as boats blew their whistles heading in and out of the main harbor; on fishing expoditions and boat trips. Jet skis and waverunners accompanied these boats. Every now and then a boat would shoot by with water skiers behind it.

Every inch of the beach was taken by a parasol claiming that particular spot for their family or friends as their own. Coolers had been dug into the sands, chairs had been set up underneath these artificial shade providers and towels had been laid out for bare bodies to lay out on and get oiled up.

On this day there were even more bodies than average for a weekend. Every other parasol had a rainbow design, similar ribbons and strips had been used to decorate the chain fence along the parking lot. Balloons were tied, flags were blowing and everything was a festive, gay old time. With one particular uniqueness to it. Cat paws were on flags, banners and paracols.

"What's going on?" Dylan asked letting his surf board rest on the concrete pavement of the parking lot. The man was in his twenties. In nothing but a pair of loose crimson red, black design surfer trunks his tan swimmer build was clearly chizzled out on his somewhat fuzzy chest and belly. Just enough fuzz to begin to curl at the end like under his arms and on his face matching his curley brown locks that he always tried to keep on the shorter side. Not a natural surfer quality , yet then again Dylan wasn't a normal surfer. For starters he happened to surf on the lower South side of town that was mainly dominated by non-humes of the state.

As there were nude beaches there were in turn more...specific types of beaches, parks and public areas. Dylan wasn't the type to give a crap about such things prefering a more normal setting than the one up North where all the preppy rich kids and their families went too. The kind of folks that went to the beach, stayed in the shade and never went to the ocean. Not his crowd for sure.

"It's Pride Beach, man." The cougar said undoing the straps ontop of his car. The large cat flexed his muscles as he hoisted the cooler off the top and down onto the cement. The dark brown, creamy belly cat was in a pair of loose, baggy shorts.

"Well that's odd..." Dylan said scratching the brown fuzz on his chin looking past the large cougar and out across the beach. Now that he looked it made a bit more sense to the man why there were so many large cats out this Friday night.

Dylan had been planning this from morning. Do the usual work out, head to work and get home in time to shower before heading to the beach. It was Friday and his boss was "cool" letting him leave an hour early due to his performance throughout the week. Though Dylan was glad for the extra time to take a shower and catch a few more waves he knew he'd regret it when he finally got his paycheck. He had already taken a few extra...short days this week. He always got his work done sooner than others and "as long as your works done" his boss would say she didn't give a crap.

The cougar lifted an eyebrow before standing fully up, flexing his chest and glaring down at the shorter human at his words. He opened his muzzle about to say a few choice words about Dylan's views on the matter but the man just looked up at him and with a half smile.

"Shouldn't every day be that then?" The man said casually. His tone was light and friendly yet confused over the need for a special day. "I mean every day should be Pride Day." He laughed a bit more a smile spreading across his face making the larger cat fold his round ears back, his whiskers drooping a bit as his chest deflated. He just swallowed his counter.

Marty had a whole routine planned out if anyone asked him about it. The cat wanted to, figuritively, tear his claws into whoever had the balls to get on them about it and rip them a new one for their discrimination. However the genuine reply he had gotten made the cat feel dumb, embarrassed that he had presumed the worse from this stranger.

"Uh..." Marty stammered clearing his throat a bit as it suddenly seemed to have grown rather dry. "Well...we do this once a month... or so." The cat perked back up though gaining more confidence. "Just a way for the guys to get together and drink." He added pulling a large case of beer from the back of his Subaru jeep.

It was an older model, beat up gray car that reminded Dylan of something a soccer mom would have rather than this guy. The man could only assume he was either born here, came for the beach for the weekend or went to the local college. Being a semi-college centric town after all. All three of the reasons were why Dylan was still in this quiet place.

"Sweet," the man grinned back up at the cat making the cougars tail tip flicker quickly. Dylan turned about to leave before spying the board on the back of the jeep. With a wink the man added "hope to see you on the waves," before heading out onto the beach.

Marty's black tail tip continued to flicker quickly as he watched the man go, his eyes contracting until only thin cat pupils stared as he vanished out into the beach. His emerald eyes eased up relaxing back into the normal opal shape before he spun on his heels towards the tiger coming around from the back. "Teach me how to surf!" He ordered catching the larger orange, black stripe cat off guard.

Burt just stared back at the cat before taking a drink from his open can of beer.

The sand was warm against the soles of his feet. Refreshingly so after a long week of work. It slid between his bare toes warming them as if he had just slid them into a foot bath. He almost let out a satisfied groan but catching the looks he was getting the man just continued further out heading for the sea.

Everywhere he looked he could see half naked lions, cougars, tigers, jaguars, panthers, cheetahs and cats of all breeds. Everyone seemed to have kept themselves modest at least still being a family beach. Every other cat he saw though made him wonder where that line was exactly drawn. While most kept themselves in baggy shirts and shorts, nearly everyone was bare paw, some wore nothing more than banana slings and hammocks. A dozen or so lionesses were wearing some kind of fur body paint each a mono color of the rainbow. Though visible they were at least, to a point, covered unlike the brutish fat tabby cat waddling down the beach in a pair of short shorts that might as well be a thong; still unable to cover anything with his sheer girth.

Dylan chuckled at that, smiling as he looked around at the festivities. There were lions and lionesses who had switched roles. The lioness wearing a mane and the lions shaving their own. Dylan was a bit embarrassed to admit that some of them he wasn't sure if they were male or female. While others reminded him of the drunk college guys back at the dorms who loved to dress like chicks when they were smashed drunk. Dylan swore that a few of them secretly enjoyed it far more than they would ever let on while the others were just idiots.

The man stopped as several kittens ran by the smallest of them stopped looking up at his face before hiding her own and running towards her lioness mothers. Dylan chuckled, smiling at them with a wave before moving on. They smiled and waved back as several curious pairs of young eyes looked at him as an oddity. Dylan was aware of the..."butch" lioness watching him as he went. She seemed friendly but he rather get between a wild polar bear and her cub than try and mess with that cat.

He had to stopped and walk around a beach volley ball court that had been set up. He watched with a bit of envy as the jaguar jumped (far too) high into the air and spiked the ball down onto the other court. The cheetah on the other side lunged for it, skidding his paws into the ground and hitting it up for the panther who readied for a powerful hit and yet only tapping it feinting the other side out and scoring for their team. Several cheers were shouted and the panther strode proud fully over to a much younger look one, wrapped his arm just above the tail, turned him over and planted a large wet kiss on his muzzle in victory.

Dylan was a bit transfixed by the odd seen and walked accidentally into a tan body builder size black maned lion. The much larger cat looked behind him before frowning. "Watch where you're going skinbag." An odd slang that basically refereed the man to a human scrotum.

"Sorry, bud." Dylan said chuckling at his carelessness. This only seemed to annoy the cat further.

"I'm not your bud." The cat said pointing a clawed digit at him.

Dylan raised his free arm up still in modest humor over his mistake. "Sorry didn't mean to offend ya, big guy." Dylan said thinking nothing of the comment but once more it seemed to get under the cats fur.

"What do you mean by that? Big guy 'cause I'm a cat? Or what?" The lion turned to look at him taking a step closer not even really waiting for an answer as he continued. "Comin' here to ruin our day is that it? Think it's funny to see a bunch of cats out on a beach? Well let me tell you just cause we're cats doesn't mean we don't dislike the water."

"Actually I hate the water." A Siamese cat said behind the lion. Though the other cat seemed to ignore him still glaring at the man that only came up to his chest.

"Nah, man. I think its rad what you guys are doing. I'm just here for the waves." Dylan said lifting up his board to indicate what his goals for the rest of the day were.

"I'm not your man." The cat growled.

"Your not a man?" Dylan said mishearing him with an amused raised eyebrow and another chuckle. This only annoyed the cat more however. The Siamese behind the lion laughed at it though as did a few others now watching the scene.

Heading out onto the beach at roughly the same time was a cougar and tiger who was still trying to explain, confused as to why he wanted to know, the basics of surfing. "But dude I thought you like hated the sea and stuff." Burt's tone was flat but puzzled as he tried to figure it out.

Marty just looked away with a hurumph, his tail swaying behind him. "I just figured it'd be better to learn sooner or later 's all." It wouldn't have been the first time he had done something because a guy flirted with him. If it weren't for that the cat would be rather reclusive in nature.

"So you don't get on your board until the wave begins to form. How am I suppose to get out there?" Marty frowned the gears in his head feeling rather rusty as he kept thinking of those green-hazel eyes. Green eyes with a vibrant ring of hazel around the pupil. It was like looking into an eclipse Marty thought. It brought a corny grin to his face and a soft purr to his chest making the tiger at his side look at him as if he had just hacked up a furball.

"You lay down on your board and paddle out. Only when the wave...are you even paying attention?" Burt asked still eyeing the cat a bit worrisome.

Burt followed his friends gaze until he saw Jason picking on some helpless human that wondered into a cats den. "Ha, not even Seven yet and hes picking a fight."

"We should do somethin'." Marty said getting nervous again. So many cats were about watching the scene and if he stepped in someone would...notice. "Or somethin'." He said again looking at his friend with pleading eyes.

"Like pull up a chair and watch?" Burt laughed loudly before seeing the look on his friends face. His shoulders slackened and he rolled his eyes. "Fine. Fine!" He added seeing the pouting, pleading look on his friends face.

Heading over Burt stabbed his own short board into the sand. "Jason ease up on the poor guy, or you'll frighten him."

"I'm actually not." Dylan said still trying to reason with the disgruntled black maned lion. Some guys were just so sensitive about things, didn't make sense to him. They needed to relax in life, it was too short after all.

"Now, now." Burt said motioning for the man to back down. "You're ruining my argument." The large chested and shoulder tiger was roughly the same height as the other cat having a larger upper body only added to his intimidating appearance, even if he was trying to keep things friendly. "Dude just wants to surf. Right?" He added figuring by the board in Dylan's hand and the fact he had been scooting towards the sea this whole time.

"Yup." Was the shrug he got back in return.

"So." Burt cut in before Jason could counter. "Fuck off." He added with a growl baring his fangs and making even Dylan take a step back.

"Right. Right. Fuckin' skinbags always..." Jason grumbled trying to save face as he walked away back to his Siamese cat, not wanting to pick a fight with someone his own size. "Our beach..." He went on beginning to bitch and moan to his fuck toy.

"Sorry 'bout that." Burt grumbled licking the corner of his muzzle rudely as he turned to face the guy. It wasn't polite in a human's company to open ones muzzle widely due to the fear of fangs factor. Burt however just adjusted himself, spat to the side and looked at the man without a second thought for it. "Dude's a prick. Got his ass dumped and never got over it."

"Heh." Dylan said forcing a chuckle unsure how it was exactly related before he was enlightened.

"Got dumped for a fleshy." The tiger added poking his bare, slightly fuzzy chest with a broad sheathed finger. The charcoal gray paw pad was warm to the touch, surprisingly soft and held a strength to it as it squished against his chest as the tiger continued to poke him. Burt withdrew his paw with a laugh as if finding the whole situation amusing. Dylan laughed a bit, unnerved that the tiger's paw was as large as his upper chest.

"Sucks to be him, heh." Dylan just nodded before spying the tiger's board. "Short surfboard, huh?" He said teasing the large upper bodied tiger. The crowd around them dispersed a bit grateful and annoyed that nothing actually transpired and a fight hadn't broken out.

Burt grabbed his board as the cougar joined them. He slapped the boards surface with a paw and a laugh. "It's not the size of the board, its how ya' use it." He added with a toothy grin and a wink slightly unnerving, and arousing, the man once more. His muzzle alone was big enough to fit his head in. Dylan was sure the Bengal tiger had to weigh several hundred pounds of pure muscle. Standing a foot taller was rather off putting as well making the man feel rather meek.

The tiger head was stout, rounded with a strong jaw line. The bottom jaw, like most tigers, was white except the chin tuff that was a rich dark chocolate brown. This fur ran on the side of his lower jaw and up to his ears like side burns. As the cat chuckled his fangs were even more apparent as that long darker pink tongue curled with the laugh. Each fang was almost two inches long. The unbelly of his chest, legs, arms and tail were white like his lower muzzle and cheeks. Reddish-orange fur with thick black stripes covered the rest of him, running down his three feet long tail.

Burt turned towards the cougar, his ears spinning with him, revealing the circular white spots on the backside of black ears.

"See nothin' to it." Burt said resting against his board.

"Hey there stranger," Dylan smiled at the cougar whose tail began to flicker as those eyes smiled at him once more.

The tawny brown cougar smiled wildly at the man. Standing nearly as tall as the tiger he was far slimmer even though he was more muscular and broad than Dylan. That three feet long tail swayed behind him slowly as he grinned at the man, glad to see he wasn't hurt and more so, in hopes, that their reputation wouldn't go down due to one jackass. And thus his chances with him were still there.

Dylan offered his free hand to the tiger in "thanks for saving my ass." His hand was engulfed by the tigers who took it a bit amused over the matter.

"Nah man, no worries. Your furless asses need all the cover they can get." He added with another toothy grin before slapping him, hard, on the ass with a laugh. Dylan flushed a bit at the action.

Marty joined in as Dylan stumbled forward a few paces before joining in, rubbing his sore rear.

"Hey!" Burt said loudly making the other two look at him. "Let's go surfin' a bit while Martin here sets up our spot."

"It's Marty." The cougar said flatly lowering his head a bit in a growl as his tail froze in place and the end began flickering quickly.

"Our?"

"Yeah man! You don't got nothin and we got a shit ton of stuff so chill with us. Get a few waves. A few drinks. Unless your afraid we'll rub you the wrong way." Burt added with another wink though he was looking over at Marty when he said it.

"Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't mind which way you rubbed me." Dylan laughed as he turned towards the sea. He stopped and looked back at the cougar. "Ya' need help setting up man?"

"Nah, go ahead." Marty swiped a paw waving him off. "I got this." And with that the two jogged for the sea. The cougar's ears fell back and he watched them paddle out into the ocean with a frown. "I'll kill that striped bastard." Marty grumbled smashing the cooler he had been carrying down into the sand.

The tiger always did tease him endlessly about this. Being straight Burt had a bad habit of flirting with all the guys the cougar had even the slightest interest in. They would usually take the bait and get strung along for a while before he'd break the news. Out of good humor mostly never actually sending them more signals than need be. Marty was more annoyed by the fact he actually could get the guys after him rather than being the one to...hound them. Rather poorly at that.

So with nothing else better to do and try to quell the unwanted thoughts Marty began setting up camp. Jogging back and forth from the spot to the car he assembled the beach set he had gotten at the dollar store. He had to fight off a few other cats trying to encroach on his territory.

Laying out the towel, he pounced on all fours onto it trying to smooth it out as he spun around in circles smoothing it out.

"What exactly is he doing?" Dylan asked looking at the cougar's ass.

Marty had stuck up his rear, tail swaying back and forth, as he pawed at a loose string at the end of the towel. He swiped again at it as his tail swayed back one way before swaying the other way his rear moving in the opposite direction. His ears were lifted up and his hind paws were facing upwards at the sky. His toes wiggled as he moved a half inch closer before pouncing with both paws on it.

"A-ha!" Marty exclaimed holding the string with both hands.

At this Dylan began to laugh. Marty fur stood on end and his claws extended as he was caught doing something rather foolish. He jumped to his feet, smoothed out his fur and turned around quickly to see the two.

Soaking wet Dylan smiled, laughing still at the cougar who had his ears back with rigid whiskers and a stiff tail.

"I-it's not that funny." Marty growled.

"I don't know that was a rather...amusing sight." Dylan smiled.

Marty grumbled embarrassed again, feeling foolish and was about to say a few choice words back at him before catching the look on the tigers face behind him. Burt motioned with his head a few times before moving past to take a seat in one of the chairs and grabbed another beer.

Marty got the picture and smiled. "You should see me when I'm naked."

Burt gagged on his drink spitting half of it out before forcing himself to swallow the rest, not being a man that wasted beer. The tiger looked at the cougar in disbelief wanting to just cover his own face in embarrassment. Thankfully Dylan just laughed, smiled and replied with a simple "sorry another time. This is a family beach." He teased with a wink sticking his tongue out a bit before eyeing the beer.

"Take one." Burt said opening it for him. He figured the man would have to pretty drunk to find Marty as...charming as the tiger did. Then again if he hadn't known him for the past several years he doubt he would feel the way he did. Marty was one of those guys that...grew on you rather than made a great first impression.

"Thanks..." Dylan trailed off looking at the spare chair before back at the towel the cougar was still standing on. Marty wiggled his toes as Dylan stared at them. "I rather not intrude though." He offered the beer back politely thinking he'd get a few more waves in at least.

"Nah man. Martin would love to have you around." Burt said laying back in the chair and kicking a paw up onto the cooler.

"Yeah don't leave!" Marty said a little too needy. He coughed, clearing his throat a bit and flushing under his tawny brown fur as his large round ears splayed to the side.

Dylan just smiled at the warm welcome though he wasn't sure where to sit and ended up just standing there for a bit like a fool. He moved under the shade more though forgetting he hadn't put much sunscreen on. He looked at his arm frowning a bit worrying he'd get burn. It'd just be a pain if he did.

Marty caught himself staring and looked away when Dylan looked at him again. "Sorry guys I should prob head out. Forgot to get sunscreen."

"Oh?" Burt lifted an eyebrow sitting up a bit. "I got ya' cover broski." The tiger stood up heavily pressing off against the chair and popped his back. Cupping a paw around his muzzle he had the other two staring at him before they flinched back as he shouted "we need sun screen!" As loud as he could.

Most the people around him stopped for a half second to see what the commotion was but went back to their own business a second later. It was a maned cheetah that happened to help them out giving him the bottle. "Found it on the beach. Not like I need it." He said looking at Dylan a little too much and grinning toothily after making the connection. "Have fun" he added before jogging off. It was more like running but to the cheetah it was a simple jog.

"There. See. Nothing to it." Burt laughed tossing him the bottle.

Dylan fumbled with it before catching it upside down and squirting his chest and groin with the oil. "Ah damn," he muttered looking down at the mess.

"Here." Marty said moving before his thought and reason caught up with his action. Reaching down Marty tried to catch the oil at the bottom and only ended up rubbing it in further as he groped the man in broad daylight.

Dylan flushed freezing up as his junk was grabbed by a rather large, furry, warm paw.

"Oh crap, sorry." Marty stammered pulling back and only smearing more oil, so he used his other paw to stop it just above his shorts. The oil was far more slippery than he expected and his paw shot across Dylan's stomach and off to the side smearing it more. Stumbling now the cat tried to recover using his other paw and closing the little distance between them.

Burt watched with a sad amusement, and a lot of pity, for both of them as the cougar tried to help while only ended up molesting him further with a lot of apologies.

"Sorry." Marty stammered holding him up a bit. The bottle slipped from Dylan's hands. Both reached for it before trying to move so they didn't hit the other. Marty still held his side and as they moved their bodies twisted, tangling amongst each other and ended up falling over in a mess of fur and flesh onto the blanket.

Dylan landed on his chest with a rather large cougar on his back.

"I can do it!" Dylan tried to explain still holding onto the bottle.

"Let me help!" Marty growled back fighting over the half empty bottle now.

Burt wasn't clear if they were trying to out piss each other or what as they both fought over the bottle, both trying to lube up the man. While in the beginning it was just an idiot trying to help out someone perfectly capable of doing it himself. And now it was a macho contest on who could do the act better. Either way he figured it was pretty gay what he was seeing as the two wrestled for the bottle. He had seen something similar on the adult channel. Though it was a jaguar and a lynx. And at least that involved a lot of mud and they were both chicks.

Dylan grabbed the bottom as Marty snatched the top with a loud "Aha!" And only ended up squirting his face with the rest of the contents of the bottle.

The two stopped and silence fell around them before Dylan laughed looking at the cougar. "Nice one." He said before catching the look in the cats eye. "No. Don't you dare!" He warned before crawling desperately away before being pounced on.

"I will oil your body!" Marty nearly shouted rubbing his muzzle on the mans sides and back.

"Dude... this is just. So gay." Burt said looking away and feeling embarrassed as the man tried to push the much stronger cat away.

"Put the lotion on...the skin..." Marty growled rubbing his stomach and sides with both paws forcefully. "Or you get my hose again."

Dylan struggled before stopping at that and looking up into his larger face. Marty folded his ears back as those green-hazelnut eyes looked at him. "Your hose huh?" Dylan said in disbelief.

Marty moved back. "Well I just..." The cat fidgeted the end of his tail moving quickly once more.

"Oh, what? Now you won't give me your hose?" Dylan said raising an eyebrow.

"No." Marty said then. "Well yes. But no. I mean not like. You know!" The cat moved back a bit and Dylan moved closer.

"What? Come on now give me your hose."

"No!" Marty said standing up.

"Come on, what are friends for?" Dylan grinned getting up as the cat took a step back.

"Get away." Marty said running around their beach site with the man chasing after him.

"Just a little bit?" Dylan reasoned as if that was the most fair, logical option.

"Nothing little about it!" Marty shot back.

"Pompous much?" Dylan asked circling once more after the much faster cat. Though Marty always slowed his pace when he feared the man was lagging behind.

"I have the right to be!" The cougar said proudly puffing out his chest.

"How will I know unless you give it to me?"

They circled once more.

"Oh for fuck sake!" Burt growled rolling his eyes. "Martin! Just give him your dick already!" He shouted once more stopping everyone around them for a second or so. Before they went back to their business.

The two laughed embarrassed and settled back down at the camp. Dylan was evening out the blotched of oil on his skin. A paw rubbed his back helping him out. It slid over his shoulders massaging with strong digits, gliding down his sides with a agile grace Dylan couldn't imagine a man of the cat's side being able to show. The arms wrapped around him rubbing his belly before just holding him from behind in a soft embrace.

"Nah man I prob shouldn't." Dylan said as another beer was offered to him. He didn't want to drink around so many wild cats. It was just asking for trouble. Specially around this cougar who was still blatantly hugging him. If he was so...clumsy with applying oil he couldn't even imagine other activities with the cat.

"Here." Marty said popping a can open and took a good long drink of it before offering the rest. "Just a half can. No point in letting 'em go to waste."

Dylan took it with a thanks bringing it up to his lips, looking at the other two staring, transfixed in a way only a cat could do and out of peer pressure drank the rest of it down never letting his eyes stray from the two. They had a look in their eyes he wasn't able to place, unsure if he was about to be pounced on, if they were just judging him or it was out of sheer boredom. Something only felines could manage.

"Oh man, now you got cooties." Burt laughed flicking his tail to the side as he grabbed another drink.

"Shut up." Marty said glaring back at the cat and snarling at him. Dylan wasn't sure why he was bothered so much. Dylan was the one with cooties.

So the man just sat back on the towel, open his legs a bit to get some air flow and finished the beer looking off to the side away from the two as they bickered between each other like an old married couple.

Marty grumbled before turning back and looking at the man. He stared down shamelessly at his still damp groin while Dylan was looking out over the sea watching the sun beginning to set. The cougar got up a bit before sitting out mimicking the man's position keeping legs open, resting back on his arms and looking out over the sunset.

Burt looked out over at the sea and just frowned a bit wishing he had gotten a few more waves in. The tide was already beginning to settle down and the bodies around them were beginning to disperse as the night air began to set in. Thinking of the next best thing to do he got up and loudly and proudly said he was going to take one "rager of a piss." And headed off for the bathrooms.

As the tiger got back his shoulders slackened and ears splayed out as he held a couple of ice creams in his paws (even though he didn't wash them). Dylan was sitting back against the cooler with the cougar at his side one arm over his shoulder as the two watched the sun set.

The sky had lit up with the red glow of fire and the clouds had grouped up forming large displays of purple, pink and red creating a view for all the couples on the beach.

One of the three ice creams fell to the ground making the tiger pout as he looked at them. "Thanks dick. Make me feel like the third wheel." And with that he went over to offer them ice cream after making sure to rub his dirty, cock groping paws all over them.