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Apollo snapped the rod back, and with a loud splash the bobber burst from the water and back towards him.
"I almost caught one," he muttered from his lounge chair, looking with resolve at the empty fishing hook, "must've been a snapper."
"Red snappers don't live in the river, Apollo." Rosie giggled as she lay back against the shore, pushed aside an empty message bottle, and tugged the blindfold down over her eyes.
Apollo set his fishing rod down in the grass and relaxed on the beach chair, re-tying his blue swimming trunks and watching the river's slow current. His eyes wandered from the water to the sandy bank and finally to the beautiful blue cat, lying on the warm yellow sand beside the water and soaking up the sun. He watched her for a moment, quietly. Her tanning sessions were one of the few times he could stare openly, and he lingered over every last inch of her that wasn't covered. His mind raced with dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to her, and what he could get away with before she stopped him, especially with that blindfold on. But he pushed these quickly from his mind - Rosie was a friend, and a moment of pleasure wasn't worth having her move out of the town or get Copper involved.
"Hot day today," he sighed, "You want to cool off a little?" He cringed inwardly after saying this, hoping it wasn't too obvious he was trying to get her into skimpier clothing.
"What, being splashed by your attempts at fishing doesn't count as cooling down? I was going to tan."
"The only thing you're going to tan like that is your legs, Rosie," Apollo joked as he turned back to the river, stretching out on his chair.
She sat up a bit, lifting her blindfold and looking herself over, still fully dressed. "Well, it's too hot to lie on the sand."
Apollo nodded, then looked at her with a shrug. "You should have brought a chair, like me."
Rosie smirked at the big eagle and stood up suddenly, tossing her blindfold aside. "A chair like you?" she asked, springing to her feet with cheerful enthusiasm. "Are you offering?"
"I just think it would be better if you had a place to lie down," he muttered back, confused.
The blue cat grinned wider at the comment and grabbed the bottom of her dress. "In that case, I'll take yours!" And with that, she quickly pulled up the hem, taking it over her head and tossing her dress aside. She stood almost bare by the riverside, dressed only in her new pink bikini, and Apollo did his best not to trip over himself as he stared in disbelief over her nearly-exposed body. She flashed him a cute smile, brushed off her wide hips, and ran forward, hopping up on top of the lounge chair with an exuberant shout.
"But... uh..." he stuttered, as if knowing where this was going, "Rosie, there's not enough room for both of us."
"There's plenty of room if I get on top of you," Rosie noticed cheerfully. She climbed up on top of Apollo, who was much larger than herself, and finally settled on her back, leaning against him and resting in his lap.
Apollo's tried his best to stay calm, but he was fighting a losing battle. Rosie sighed quietly, closing her eyes and tanning on him, hardly wearing anything. He tried hard to focus on the sounds of the river, the banded dragonflies in the air, but it was no use. His eyes kept going back to her exposed flesh, his glance tracing over her smooth thighs, her cute hips, her flat stomach. He bit his tongue, tried to think pure thoughts, but with Rosie squirming every now and then in his lap, it was no use.
Despite his best efforts, he felt himself getting harder by the second, and Rosie kept shifting, rubbing her cute little butt right against the stiff tent forming in his bathing suit. But what could he do? His hands were draped lightly on her sides and she was half-naked, all but grinding against him as she lay there.
Rosie smiled, shifting again and purring quietly under the warm midday sun. "I can feel that," she purred. She spoke without opening her eyes, and suddenly pressed back very deliberately, rubbing the growing bulge in Apollo's suit against her little butt.
He might have fallen out of the chair if she hadn't been on top of him.
Apollo's mind raced as he began to turn red and stumble for some kind of excuse or apology, but Rosie just purred louder, predicting his reaction.
"It's okay," she smiled. "I like it."
He stared blankly into the air for a moment, his blush rising, and his fingers tensing against Rosie's hips. But as the full weight of her comment dawned on him, it was like a floodgate being flung open. He glanced around at the wide, empty expanse of nature around them - not a soul in sight. And here Rosie was, throwing herself at him, pressing her cute little ass against him, already half-naked. His mind raced with horribly perverse thoughts as he grinned to himself, pressing Rosie's hips down and thrusting forward, grinding against her. She giggled and sighed with a warm smile in response.
Rosie sat up and turned over, her legs on either side of the tall eagle as she leaned forward over him, looking him in the eyes with an intense, animalistic desire. She pressed her hips against his and his hands began exploring her body, gripping her hips, squeezing her little ass. He slipped a finger under her bikini bottoms and tugged at the thin string suggestively. Rosie moaned breathily in response and slowly sat up, reaching down with both her little white hands.
"Is this what you want, Apollo?" she purred teasingly, standing over his legs as she teasingly pulled her bikini aside, giving him a clear view of her bare little pussy. His grin just grew wider as he took in the sight of her little blue mound... she looked so impossibly tight, so inviting.
Without warning, Apollo quickly slipped both his hands down between Rosie's legs, stroking her bare thighs eagerly. She purred and sighed happily in response, leaning forward over him and propping herself up with her palms so she could look him in the eyes as he played with her. He traced one finger between her tiny pussy lips, stroking against her moist little slit, then glanced back up at her for approval. With a shy but eager nod, Rosie dismissed his last reservations, and Apollo suddenly shoved his finger inside her. With a quick yelp of surprise she collapsed forward onto him, clutching her claws against him and biting his chest as she reeled from the sudden stimulation, pleasure surging through her. She moaned through her nose as he kept his finger deep inside her wet little pussy, playing with her roughly.
"C-careful," she whispered shakily, still recovering from the sudden penetration. Apollo barely heard her. He began thrusting his finger in and out, pulling all the way out to her smooth, wet little blue pussy lips and plunging in fast and rough, as far as he could go in her tight little hole. She moaned again, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation, and bit him again, harder, burying her face in his feathered chest as she squirmed against him.
Crosser: Apollo was lost in pleasure, his mind cloudy with dirty thoughts finally unleashed. He felt Rosie squirming against his chest and slowly slipped his finger out of her tight, warm little pussy, pushing her up a little to look at her. She smiled breathlessly, panting to recover from the sensation, and he grinned widely in return. Her top had been pushed up a bit, exposing one of her small, smooth breasts and a cute, perky pink nipple.
"C'mere," he whispered through his eager grin, pulling her down to the sandy shore with him. She gasped in surprise and giggled playfully as they suddenly tumbled across the ground, and he ended up on top of her. Her wandering hands found the waistband of his bathing suit and tugged eagerly as she shot him a coy and hopeful smile. With unflinching enthusiasm Apollo got off his knees, stood up in front of her, and dropped his trunks for her. Rosie gasped at the sight of his stiff, visibly throbbing cock which stood at pained attention, pointed right at her.
"It's so nice," she sighed, reaching one paw out to touch it gently. A grin returned to Apollo's face and he sat by her in the sand as she leaned sideways towards him a bit, staring openly at his cock and stroking it very lightly up and down with one hand. In response, he pulled her closer and slipped his fingers down between her legs again, holding her bikini bottoms to one side as he traced over her slick little pussy lips.
"Rosie," Apollo whispered, "you want it, don't you?"
Rosie nodded eagerly, encouraging him on, and Apollo picked her up easily, repositioning her to sit between his legs, back against his chest. He held her legs open wide and slowly traced over her exposed blue slit, making her purr quietly.
He sat behind her like this for a minute, his throbbing erection pressed against the small of her back as he played with her, and she'd press back to grind against him. He teased his finger over her wet little pussy, slipping just a little bit into her tight opening before pausing. She squirmed eagerly, pressing her hips forward against his finger, trying to get him to continue.
"I think you want something bigger, don't you Rosie?" He whispered with a perverted smile.
"I... I think I do," Rosie moaned a breathy, eager response.
Apollo grinned back at her, nodding. "I've got just the thing," he whispered, propping her legs apart and holding her bikini bottoms open, keeping her young pussy exposed. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the empty bottle off the sand and brought it around in front of Rosie, holding it in plain view for her.
She gripped his leg with one hand and looked at the bottle. "Wh-... what's that for, Apollo?" she asked hesitantly, blushing redder.
"You said you wanted something bigger in you," he smiled, slipping the bottle down between her legs and pressing the end to her wet little slit, "and this is pretty big. Besides... I bet it would look good in you."
Apollo teased the neck of the bottle against Rosie's exposed young pussy lips and pressed the tip to her tight, warm opening. She gripped his leg tighter and held up her free hand, about to protest, when Apollo suddenly shoved the neck of the bottle into her waiting hole.
Rosie let out a sharp, gasping moan and instinctively tried to pull her hips back, pressing harder against Apollo and grinding against his stiff, aching cock. He took this as a sign of encouragement and began forcing it in deeper, penetrating Rosie's tight, warm young cunt with the thick bottle. She nearly screamed in response, squirming hard and struggling against Apollo, who simply held her down at the hips with his free hand, easily keeping her in place with his impressive strength. Nothing else mattered to him. Nothing else even existed. He was lost in the sexual thrill of it all, finally able to use Rosie's pussy however he wanted. His mind was cloudy, thick with even dirtier ideas, as he pushed the widening bottle into her poor little hole, stretching her tender blue pussy wider with each inch he forced inside her. She struggled, her eyes wide and watery, and whimpered panicked protests, but Apollo was oblivious. He was enjoying this too much, and kept forcing the bottle in deeper, and she squirmed and thrashed and yelped and whimpered as her tiny young cunt was stretched wider around the bottle, until at last he stopped pushing. The neck of the bottle was completely inside her, as well as several inches of the much thicker body. She moaned helplessly in disbelief, looking down through watery eyes at the huge bottle sticking out of her sore little hole.
"T-take it out," Rosie begged, her moist eyes locked on the thick bottle still penetrating her. Apollo nodded blankly, and started to pull it out slowly, only to thrust it back into her after reaching the neck. She let out another helpless little moan and Apollo just grinned, enjoying the cute little sound as he started to pump the bottle in and out of Rosie's tight young hole, fucking her helpless pussy with it as she squirmed and whimpered. She tried to pull away, but Apollo's huge form stopped any progress backwards, and still he continued to rub his cock against the small of her bare back.
She tried to close her legs, but he held them wide open, keeping her exposed and helpless. In spite of herself, Rosie could feel the stimulation building, and she shivered at the feeling as the reluctant pleasure slowly built in her. She squirmed and whimpered and tried to beg him to stop, but with the embarrassment of her situation and the sensation of the bottle pumping in and out of her wet blue pussy, she could hardly form full sentences. This continued on for only a full minute until she couldn't take it anymore, and the painful pleasure sent her over the edge. She arched her back, eyes wide and mouth held open wordlessly as she gasped, pleasure surging through her in pulsing waves like electricity, sharply accentuated by the pain of the bottle stretching her young, tender pussy. Apollo thrust forward against her shivering back and suddenly came as well, shooting thick, ropy strands of white cum all over Rosie's smooth, bare back, leaving her sticky and wet.
Apollo rubbed Rosie's back, smearing the thick, warm cum against her. She shivered in embarrassed response, as he then brought his hand around, wiping it clean across her bikini top and bare breast, getting them damp and slick. Slowly, carefully, Apollo pulled the thick bottle out from between Rosie's legs, drawing the remaining length from her dripping, sore pussy, before wiping it clean on her thighs. She bit her lip and panted quietly, trying to catch her breath after the ordeal. Her head felt heavy and she brought her hands up over her face, trying to hide her bright red blush.
She rubbed her sore crotch and wiped the tears from her eyes, feeling even more embarrassed as she thought about the sticky wet mess Apollo had made on her back. She wondered what she should say to him, now that this was over, when she glanced to see him setting objects from his beach pack on the sand beside them. A bug-catching net, a handful of pens, a flashlight, a small gyroid...
"A...Apollo," she whispered nervously, shakily eyeing the objects on the ground, "Wha-what are those for...?"
Apollo grinned down at her in response, pressing his wet cock against her back. She nearly jumped at the sudden sensation of something cold touching her, and looked down to see him slowly rubbing a soda can from the cooler against her thin, smooth pussy lips.
"Don't worry, Rosie, we'll have fun," he muttered to her with a smile and a kiss. "I'm just going to see how many things I can fit in your cute little hole."
Apollo snapped the rod back, and with a loud splash the bobber burst from the water and back towards him.
"I almost caught one," he muttered from his lounge chair, looking with resolve at the empty fishing hook, "must've been a snapper."
"Red snappers don't live in the river, Apollo." Rosie giggled as she lay back against the shore, pushed aside an empty message bottle, and tugged the blindfold down over her eyes.
Apollo set his fishing rod down in the grass and relaxed on the beach chair, re-tying his blue swimming trunks and watching the river's slow current. His eyes wandered from the water to the sandy bank and finally to the beautiful blue cat, lying on the warm yellow sand beside the water and soaking up the sun. He watched her for a moment, quietly. Her tanning sessions were one of the few times he could stare openly, and he lingered over every last inch of her that wasn't covered. His mind raced with dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to her, and what he could get away with before she stopped him, especially with that blindfold on. But he pushed these quickly from his mind - Rosie was a friend, and a moment of pleasure wasn't worth having her move out of the town or get Copper involved.
"Hot day today," he sighed, "You want to cool off a little?" He cringed inwardly after saying this, hoping it wasn't too obvious he was trying to get her into skimpier clothing.
"What, being splashed by your attempts at fishing doesn't count as cooling down? I was going to tan."
"The only thing you're going to tan like that is your legs, Rosie," Apollo joked as he turned back to the river, stretching out on his chair.
She sat up a bit, lifting her blindfold and looking herself over, still fully dressed. "Well, it's too hot to lie on the sand."
Apollo nodded, then looked at her with a shrug. "You should have brought a chair, like me."
Rosie smirked at the big eagle and stood up suddenly, tossing her blindfold aside. "A chair like you?" she asked, springing to her feet with cheerful enthusiasm. "Are you offering?"
"I just think it would be better if you had a place to lie down," he muttered back, confused.
The blue cat grinned wider at the comment and grabbed the bottom of her dress. "In that case, I'll take yours!" And with that, she quickly pulled up the hem, taking it over her head and tossing her dress aside. She stood almost bare by the riverside, dressed only in her new pink bikini, and Apollo did his best not to trip over himself as he stared in disbelief over her nearly-exposed body. She flashed him a cute smile, brushed off her wide hips, and ran forward, hopping up on top of the lounge chair with an exuberant shout.
"But... uh..." he stuttered, as if knowing where this was going, "Rosie, there's not enough room for both of us."
"There's plenty of room if I get on top of you," Rosie noticed cheerfully. She climbed up on top of Apollo, who was much larger than herself, and finally settled on her back, leaning against him and resting in his lap.
Apollo's tried his best to stay calm, but he was fighting a losing battle. Rosie sighed quietly, closing her eyes and tanning on him, hardly wearing anything. He tried hard to focus on the sounds of the river, the banded dragonflies in the air, but it was no use. His eyes kept going back to her exposed flesh, his glance tracing over her smooth thighs, her cute hips, her flat stomach. He bit his tongue, tried to think pure thoughts, but with Rosie squirming every now and then in his lap, it was no use.
Despite his best efforts, he felt himself getting harder by the second, and Rosie kept shifting, rubbing her cute little butt right against the stiff tent forming in his bathing suit. But what could he do? His hands were draped lightly on her sides and she was half-naked, all but grinding against him as she lay there.
Rosie smiled, shifting again and purring quietly under the warm midday sun. "I can feel that," she purred. She spoke without opening her eyes, and suddenly pressed back very deliberately, rubbing the growing bulge in Apollo's suit against her little butt.
He might have fallen out of the chair if she hadn't been on top of him.
Apollo's mind raced as he began to turn red and stumble for some kind of excuse or apology, but Rosie just purred louder, predicting his reaction.
"It's okay," she smiled. "I like it."
He stared blankly into the air for a moment, his blush rising, and his fingers tensing against Rosie's hips. But as the full weight of her comment dawned on him, it was like a floodgate being flung open. He glanced around at the wide, empty expanse of nature around them - not a soul in sight. And here Rosie was, throwing herself at him, pressing her cute little ass against him, already half-naked. His mind raced with horribly perverse thoughts as he grinned to himself, pressing Rosie's hips down and thrusting forward, grinding against her. She giggled and sighed with a warm smile in response.
Rosie sat up and turned over, her legs on either side of the tall eagle as she leaned forward over him, looking him in the eyes with an intense, animalistic desire. She pressed her hips against his and his hands began exploring her body, gripping her hips, squeezing her little ass. He slipped a finger under her bikini bottoms and tugged at the thin string suggestively. Rosie moaned breathily in response and slowly sat up, reaching down with both her little white hands.
"Is this what you want, Apollo?" she purred teasingly, standing over his legs as she teasingly pulled her bikini aside, giving him a clear view of her bare little pussy. His grin just grew wider as he took in the sight of her little blue mound... she looked so impossibly tight, so inviting.
Without warning, Apollo quickly slipped both his hands down between Rosie's legs, stroking her bare thighs eagerly. She purred and sighed happily in response, leaning forward over him and propping herself up with her palms so she could look him in the eyes as he played with her. He traced one finger between her tiny pussy lips, stroking against her moist little slit, then glanced back up at her for approval. With a shy but eager nod, Rosie dismissed his last reservations, and Apollo suddenly shoved his finger inside her. With a quick yelp of surprise she collapsed forward onto him, clutching her claws against him and biting his chest as she reeled from the sudden stimulation, pleasure surging through her. She moaned through her nose as he kept his finger deep inside her wet little pussy, playing with her roughly.
"C-careful," she whispered shakily, still recovering from the sudden penetration. Apollo barely heard her. He began thrusting his finger in and out, pulling all the way out to her smooth, wet little blue pussy lips and plunging in fast and rough, as far as he could go in her tight little hole. She moaned again, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation, and bit him again, harder, burying her face in his feathered chest as she squirmed against him.
"C'mere," he whispered through his eager grin, pulling her down to the sandy shore with him. She gasped in surprise and giggled playfully as they suddenly tumbled across the ground, and he ended up on top of her. Her wandering hands found the waistband of his bathing suit and tugged eagerly as she shot him a coy and hopeful smile. With unflinching enthusiasm Apollo got off his knees, stood up in front of her, and dropped his trunks for her. Rosie gasped at the sight of his stiff, visibly throbbing cock which stood at pained attention, pointed right at her.
"It's so nice," she sighed, reaching one paw out to touch it gently. A grin returned to Apollo's face and he sat by her in the sand as she leaned sideways towards him a bit, staring openly at his cock and stroking it very lightly up and down with one hand. In response, he pulled her closer and slipped his fingers down between her legs again, holding her bikini bottoms to one side as he traced over her slick little pussy lips.
"Rosie," Apollo whispered, "you want it, don't you?"
Rosie nodded eagerly, encouraging him on, and Apollo picked her up easily, repositioning her to sit between his legs, back against his chest. He held her legs open wide and slowly traced over her exposed blue slit, making her purr quietly.
He sat behind her like this for a minute, his throbbing erection pressed against the small of her back as he played with her, and she'd press back to grind against him. He teased his finger over her wet little pussy, slipping just a little bit into her tight opening before pausing. She squirmed eagerly, pressing her hips forward against his finger, trying to get him to continue.
"I think you want something bigger, don't you Rosie?" He whispered with a perverted smile.
"I... I think I do," Rosie moaned a breathy, eager response.
Apollo grinned back at her, nodding. "I've got just the thing," he whispered, propping her legs apart and holding her bikini bottoms open, keeping her young pussy exposed. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the empty bottle off the sand and brought it around in front of Rosie, holding it in plain view for her.
She gripped his leg with one hand and looked at the bottle. "Wh-... what's that for, Apollo?" she asked hesitantly, blushing redder.
"You said you wanted something bigger in you," he smiled, slipping the bottle down between her legs and pressing the end to her wet little slit, "and this is pretty big. Besides... I bet it would look good in you."
Apollo teased the neck of the bottle against Rosie's exposed young pussy lips and pressed the tip to her tight, warm opening. She gripped his leg tighter and held up her free hand, about to protest, when Apollo suddenly shoved the neck of the bottle into her waiting hole.
Rosie let out a sharp, gasping moan and instinctively tried to pull her hips back, pressing harder against Apollo and grinding against his stiff, aching cock. He took this as a sign of encouragement and began forcing it in deeper, penetrating Rosie's tight, warm young cunt with the thick bottle. She nearly screamed in response, squirming hard and struggling against Apollo, who simply held her down at the hips with his free hand, easily keeping her in place with his impressive strength. Nothing else mattered to him. Nothing else even existed. He was lost in the sexual thrill of it all, finally able to use Rosie's pussy however he wanted. His mind was cloudy, thick with even dirtier ideas, as he pushed the widening bottle into her poor little hole, stretching her tender blue pussy wider with each inch he forced inside her. She struggled, her eyes wide and watery, and whimpered panicked protests, but Apollo was oblivious. He was enjoying this too much, and kept forcing the bottle in deeper, and she squirmed and thrashed and yelped and whimpered as her tiny young cunt was stretched wider around the bottle, until at last he stopped pushing. The neck of the bottle was completely inside her, as well as several inches of the much thicker body. She moaned helplessly in disbelief, looking down through watery eyes at the huge bottle sticking out of her sore little hole.
"T-take it out," Rosie begged, her moist eyes locked on the thick bottle still penetrating her. Apollo nodded blankly, and started to pull it out slowly, only to thrust it back into her after reaching the neck. She let out another helpless little moan and Apollo just grinned, enjoying the cute little sound as he started to pump the bottle in and out of Rosie's tight young hole, fucking her helpless pussy with it as she squirmed and whimpered. She tried to pull away, but Apollo's huge form stopped any progress backwards, and still he continued to rub his cock against the small of her bare back.
She tried to close her legs, but he held them wide open, keeping her exposed and helpless. In spite of herself, Rosie could feel the stimulation building, and she shivered at the feeling as the reluctant pleasure slowly built in her. She squirmed and whimpered and tried to beg him to stop, but with the embarrassment of her situation and the sensation of the bottle pumping in and out of her wet blue pussy, she could hardly form full sentences. This continued on for only a full minute until she couldn't take it anymore, and the painful pleasure sent her over the edge. She arched her back, eyes wide and mouth held open wordlessly as she gasped, pleasure surging through her in pulsing waves like electricity, sharply accentuated by the pain of the bottle stretching her young, tender pussy. Apollo thrust forward against her shivering back and suddenly came as well, shooting thick, ropy strands of white cum all over Rosie's smooth, bare back, leaving her sticky and wet.
Apollo rubbed Rosie's back, smearing the thick, warm cum against her. She shivered in embarrassed response, as he then brought his hand around, wiping it clean across her bikini top and bare breast, getting them damp and slick. Slowly, carefully, Apollo pulled the thick bottle out from between Rosie's legs, drawing the remaining length from her dripping, sore pussy, before wiping it clean on her thighs. She bit her lip and panted quietly, trying to catch her breath after the ordeal. Her head felt heavy and she brought her hands up over her face, trying to hide her bright red blush.
She rubbed her sore crotch and wiped the tears from her eyes, feeling even more embarrassed as she thought about the sticky wet mess Apollo had made on her back. She wondered what she should say to him, now that this was over, when she glanced to see him setting objects from his beach pack on the sand beside them. A bug-catching net, a handful of pens, a flashlight, a small gyroid...
"A...Apollo," she whispered nervously, shakily eyeing the objects on the ground, "Wha-what are those for...?"
Apollo grinned down at her in response, pressing his wet cock against her back. She nearly jumped at the sudden sensation of something cold touching her, and looked down to see him slowly rubbing a soda can from the cooler against her thin, smooth pussy lips.
"Don't worry, Rosie, we'll have fun," he muttered to her with a smile and a kiss. "I'm just going to see how many things I can fit in your cute little hole."
--End--
I was told it was standard, metric
metric is standard everywhere else.
I love you, Rule 34
I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING THE GYROID
But among other things, we need sause for the literature. I found it sexier than the pic.