Sometimes, you just gotta celebrate. Maybe you finally got that promotion. Maybe you aced an exam you thought you were gonna fail. Or maybe, such as this very instance, you reached 500 watchers on one of your favorite social media sites. Whatever the milestone happens to be, all you know is that you gotta do something truly outrageous in order to celebrate.
So you talk to your friends, a romantic couple with a penchant for perversion, just like you. You've known them for quite some time and you want to include them in whatever lunacy you come up with. You throw a few ideas around: fancy restaurants, cake, skinny dipping, etc. Some they like, some they don't, and some they're split on. However, you don't have anything all three of you are actively enthusiastic about until finally, you say "Fuck it!" and pitch the suggestion for the mother of all crazy stunts.
You argue that, as an exhibitionist yourself, the best way to commemorate 500 watches would be something that involved being watched while having fun. And so, you suggest that the three of you should just let your shared inhibitions go and partake in the infamously daring practice of streaking. And to your absolute surprise, they love the idea.
So you plot out all the details and come up with a plan. It's lewd, it's ridiculous, and it'll likely get you all into trouble, but that's part of what's going to make it so much fun. You can hardly believe your friends are on board with these types of shenanigans, but then again, they're practically the ones who turned you into an exhibitionist.
The next day, you all come together once again, this time on one of the many public beaches near your hometown. It's not a clothing-optional beach, but it certainly will be one by the end of the day. Once there, you find a set of high dunes for the three of you to hide behind, allowing yourselves to undress for your ludicrous scheme. You take your time, allowing yourself to watch the couple strip down to nothing as you do the same. With everybody naked, you check in with your friends one last time before there's no turning back. They reply that they're more than eager to do this.
With nothing else in the way, you countdown from five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
Go!
And like a tidal wave, the three of you dash out from behind your cover, abandoning all of your clothes back by the dunes, and rush onto the beach, shouting and hollering to draw as much attention to yourselves as you can. Hearing the brouhaha, the other beachgoers watch as these three college-aged individuals sprint along the shoreline without any clothing on whatsoever.
Just like you had wished, everyone's eyes are now on you and your friends. Not a single person on the beach could ignore the sight bared fur and feathers bouncing across the sand. Most of the onlookers are simply watching you, their mouths agape at the sight. Some of the more prudish denizens are gasping and covering their eyes. Some are laughing, completely in disbelief. Some are even echoing your shouting and cheering you on. Knowing the clothes-free calamity you started was something that got them excited was motivating to keep up your stark-naked stride.
Maybe you hear a bad word or two thrown your way, but the cheering drowns it out. Nobody would dare to stop you. Even with the three of you breaking public decency laws, showing off all your colors, with breasts and butts bared, and cocks out and bouncing to and fro, it's obvious most everyone likes what they see.
You guess that it's true what they say about us all being perverts in one way or another.
After ten minutes of jogging, you finally find a secluded area of the beach and take a moment to catch your breath. All your clothing is back by the crowded beach area, but you decide not to worry about that right now. For now, you all decide to relax after the amazing run you had: lounging on the sand, splashing in the water, and even a little fooling around.
After about an hour of play, a man stumbles upon you, toting around an easel and art supplies. He states he comes to this spot once a week to paint the scenery, and didn't expect a bunch of nudists to be here. Fortunately, while initially flustered, it doesn't appear that he minds too much. In fact, he offers to do portraits of you as you are, if you're willing to pose for them. You mentioned you would gladly take him up on his offer on another day, but for now you have a better idea.
Ten minutes later, you wave him goodbye, as you start heading back to where you left your clothes. You pick up the pace, ready to give an encore performance for all the beachgoers, now with a thankful message printed in bright red paint along all three of your backs and buttcheeks.
You think back to your first streak earlier in the day: with the wind in your hair, your cock swinging free, unbound by restrictive bathing suits, your tail lifted high to show off your juicy ass, dozens, if not hundreds of eyes watching how exposed you truly were, and the taboo, indecent nature of the entire act. The thought of all of that together at once almost immediately gets you hard.
You think about maybe running a bit slower than last time, so everybody is able to get a better view. Maybe you don't have to run at all, and all the clothed people will let the three of you chill with them when you get back, without having to get dressed first. You bet some of them will even want a picture or two with you guys. Maybe some of them will even feel inspired and strip as well.
Your excitement gets the better of you and you shout that this was the best beach trip ever, throwing both your fists into the air triumphantly. The equally naked couple running alongside you look to each other and smile, fistbumping each other and knowing that they successfully made today one of the best days of your life as an exhibitionist.
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Well, it finally happened! I'd like to thank all 500 of my followers for this milestone! I've been a member of the fandom for over a decade, but only as a wallflower, admiring everybody else's art and stories from a distance. It was only a little over two years ago that I actually started writing my own stories and commissioning artists to draw my exhibitionist avian. Since then, I've become a much better writer than I was two years ago thanks to all the feedback I've received, and I've made plenty of friends all over the world that I would never had met otherwise, including
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